What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 02:29
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What would you change in Rings of Power?
I'll see you when I get there,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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Know your enemies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Movin objects mentally
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What does life mean without death?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why do I want to suck cock, after smoking methamphetamine?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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'”
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
What does it mean when we dream about demons, ghosts, monsters, etc.?
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The other one don't understand me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“…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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,