What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 04:21
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I seen it all in my short life
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Do happily married husbands cheat?
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“…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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
What is something brutally honest that needs to be said?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Do you think the number of sissies is on the rise?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gangbangers that spit slang
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Movin objects mentally
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
No smile is genuine or real,
What does life mean without death?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Three months later we run our own caper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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'”
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,