What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 07:08
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why do narcissists want to hurt your feelings, even after they discard you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Mothership alien sorceress
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gangbangers that spit slang
No smile is genuine or real,
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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'”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Soldier with the gas-mask
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Movin objects mentally
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,