What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 16:23
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“…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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Is the saying "nice guys finish last" true? Can good intentions always lead to positive outcomes?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Do the British people realize how much American people absolutely despise them?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want 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
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“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What are some signs that a therapist may have poor boundaries with their clients?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Mothership alien sorceress
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I seen it all in my short life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Know your enemies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,