What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:23
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Is it wrong of me to feel uncomfortable that my friend thinks my brother is hot?
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does a passable feminine crossdresser look like?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
What was your first trans experience like?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Are Indian youths conservative or liberal?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Mothership alien sorceress
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I seen it all in my short life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who designed our DNA structure?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I never knew my life mattered”
Movin objects mentally
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,