What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 01:25
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who are the archers in Genesis 49:23?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Soldier with the gas-mask
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
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The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
How did you respond to, "Why do you love me"?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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'”
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If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What is your craziest/worst Halloween story?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I seen it all in my short life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I never knew my life mattered”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'll see you when I get there,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gangbangers that spit slang
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
No smile is genuine or real,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,