What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 12:29
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If it ain't
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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”
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Three months later we run our own caper,
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If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What was the worst decision you ever did?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The other one don't understand me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I seen it all in my short life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Me and my peeps is all trife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'll see you when I get there,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I never knew my life mattered”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Mothership alien sorceress
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Soldier with the gas-mask
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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'”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”