What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 14:36
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who designed our DNA structure?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
How do you feel about the impending end of what Donald Trump calls "the Green New scam"?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What are some downsides to living in Newfoundland and Labrador (besides the weather)?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why did the Soviet Jews hate the Soviet Union?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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 in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What movies have not aged well?
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What is the best sex you have ever had (in detail)?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Mothership alien sorceress
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The other one don't understand me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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'”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Movin objects mentally
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll see you when I get there,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Know your enemies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it