What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:19
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why do men choose to marry a plain Jane woman over a pretty woman?
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
How does someone start doing urban exploration?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What should I expect after a BBL surgery?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why do men like women gold diggers?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why do almost all the girls on Quora look beautiful?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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'”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
I seen it all in my short life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love 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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
The other one don't understand me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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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