What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:23
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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'”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gangbangers that spit slang
Soldier with the gas-mask
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
designing for ‘abundance,’ with ecological landscaper kelly norris - A Way To Garden
Movin objects mentally
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen to me?
“…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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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 other one don't understand me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Mothership alien sorceress
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I seen it all in my short life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious