What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 05:58
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Know your enemies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What do you love to do at night when you’re alone?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
How do I maintain and care for granite countertops in a coastal climate like Pompano Beach?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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I never knew my life mattered”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What 10 things have you stopped doing in your life?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Soldier with the gas-mask
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What do women talk about mostly(among themselves)?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
No smile is genuine or real,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Three months later we run our own caper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If it ain't
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I seen it all in my short life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Movin objects mentally
I'll see you when I get there,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The other one don't understand me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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'”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Reveal alien tribal culture,