What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:40
“…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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
A hidden 'super-Earth' exoplanet is dipping in and out of its habitable zone - Space
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Have you ever had a bad gut feeling about someone and it was right?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why did we evolve to have so many nerve endings in our anuses?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
How do you identify a woman player?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What happens when you have paranoid schizophrenia?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Is it right to visit any shrine or tomb in Islam?
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Do you have any fantasies you are ashamed of?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Movin objects mentally
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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'”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What does life mean without death?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
No smile is genuine or real,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll see you when I get there,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?