What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:04
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Gangbangers that spit slang
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Have you ever had sex with your female cousin? How did it start?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who is the most dangerous or evilest person of all time?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Do liberals realise that God, who is much more powerful than them, is on the side of Trump?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?
Mothership alien sorceress
The other one don't understand me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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'”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“…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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Three months later we run our own caper,