What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 05:56
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why is there so much hate against black people?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What is one thing nice you did for someone today or something they did for you?
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why do so many 18 to 29-year-old men struggle in dating?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“…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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What is the meaning of xx in texting?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Know your enemies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What is the definite integral of x^x from 0 to 2?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Soldier with the gas-mask
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who designed our DNA structure?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Me and my peeps is all trife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Mothership alien sorceress
Laser weapons and ecstasy
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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'”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The other one don't understand me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
No smile is genuine or real,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
If it ain't
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,