What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:23
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Is Twilight appropriate for a 12-year-old?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
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What does life mean without death?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Is it okay for me to wear girls’ underwear?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What was the craziest place that you had sex with someone in public?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Know your enemies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I never knew my life mattered”
Gangbangers that spit slang
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“…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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The other one don't understand me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Movin objects mentally
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll see you when I get there,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,