What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:33
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Do narcissists love their children?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Soldier with the gas-mask
What does life mean without death?
What does it mean to live "the 'underconsumption' life"?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why can't white people just surrender their white privilege?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you join a gym or workout at home and why?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Thoughts on an 8-1 Rangers win - Lone Star Ball
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Mothership alien sorceress
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Movin objects mentally
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
Who designed our DNA structure?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Know your enemies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I seen it all in my short life
No smile is genuine or real,
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
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”