What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 03:28
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What can anal toys bring to straight men?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll see you when I get there,
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Isn’t freedom of speech and expression an absolute right?
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Movin objects mentally
“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”
Why do I sweat between my legs all the time, top off my legs, all way down?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
“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'”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I seen it all in my short life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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 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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
Know your enemies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”