What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 03:20
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
How do you get people to follow your Quora Space?
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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 I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What is the most gay experience with your dad?
“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”
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
Which one is better to guys, boobs or butt?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
I can not sleep. what is the problem?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
“…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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I seen it all in my short life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I never knew my life mattered”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Mothership alien sorceress
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The other one don't understand me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,