What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 07:57
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Me and my peeps is all trife
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why do you think it is bad to allow people to self-identify as a different gender?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Do you find Anushka Sen attractive?
What does life mean without death?
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why is my crush beautiful to me but not to others?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Is there an MBTI personality that is more or less likely to handle stress?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I never knew my life mattered”
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Soldier with the gas-mask
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The other one don't understand me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,