What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 04:31
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
No smile is genuine or real,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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
What trains transport cars and passengers near Pompano Beach, Florida that goes to New York?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
How do I cope with the fact that I will never have a girlfriend?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“…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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Me and my peeps is all trife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'll see you when I get there,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Mothership alien sorceress
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Know your enemies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I seen it all in my short life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Until we realized how to get the real money;