What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 05:09
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
“…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”
“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”
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Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
How are max different from medical and minimum security prisons?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why is the covert narcissist actively avoiding me when they see me everyday?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
What was your first gay male experience?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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I seen it all in my short life
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Mothership alien sorceress
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
No smile is genuine or real,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The other one don't understand me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Me and my peeps is all trife