What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:34
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why do humans sweat while stressed?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why do I want to give up on men?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why can’t conservatives accept the fact that they are stupid?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Is it true that Jehovah's witnesses once thought the world would end in 1975?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why cant I stop thinking about counsellor between sessions?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I never knew my life mattered”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Who designed our DNA structure?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The other one don't understand me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Know your enemies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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'”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“…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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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