What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 13:39
“…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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why cant I stop thinking about counsellor between sessions?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I never knew my life mattered”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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“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'”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When British people write X after everything, are they being serious or trying not to be awkward?
The other one don't understand me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
No smile is genuine or real,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Mothership alien sorceress
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What does life mean without death?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Know your enemies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it