What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:27
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why has no country adopted the SA80/L85 rifle?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Is having white skin really that attractive?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll see you when I get there,
Why do some people tell the girl I like that I don’t like her when I do like her?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What life lesson did you learn the hard way?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What song are you listening to right now? What does it mean to you?
Mothership alien sorceress
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Has anyone ever participated in a gang bang and what was it like?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who designed our DNA structure?
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
What should I do to get over a relationship?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Know your enemies
“…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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
“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'”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,