What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 01:56

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