What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 12:58
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What is it like to be the slave in a mistress-slave relationship?
I'll see you when I get there,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What's your take on Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? How has it affected you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What 10 things have you stopped doing in your life?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The other one don't understand me,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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If it ain't
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who is the most annoying character in the Office?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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?”
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why hasn't Japan legalized same-sex marriage?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Are Indian youths conservative or liberal?
Know your enemies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gangbangers that spit slang
Has a psychic ever made a crazy prediction that turned out to be true?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Movin objects mentally
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
“…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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What does life mean without death?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
No smile is genuine or real,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
“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”