What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 08:08
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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'”
If Republicans say that Biden goes to shower with his daughter, how do Democrats support it?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What is some information about unprotected sex and pregnancy?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'll see you when I get there,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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If it ain't
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
Are there any guys, crossdressers, or transgender girls here who wear tampons?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
No smile is genuine or real,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What does life mean without death?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I seen it all in my short life
The other one don't understand me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
“…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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Mothership alien sorceress
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,