What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:01

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