What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 03:36
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If it ain't
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why do people love to live alone in a house?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What's your photograph of the day 1097?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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I'll see you when I get there,
I seen it all in my short life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why does he text me first but when I never text first he gets mad?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
How does it feel to be in a marriage without any love?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Can I fix a fridge leak myself, or should I call a pro?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What can I do to deal with disrespectful children?
“…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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What does life mean without death?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The other one don't understand me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I do it once, I do it twice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
No smile is genuine or real,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Know your enemies
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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'”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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 never knew my life mattered”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',