What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:02
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
How do I deal with autistic burnout/meltdown/shutdown when cooking?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
What does life mean without death?
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
Know your enemies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Movin objects mentally
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,