What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:38
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Is heroin really as good as people say it is?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why do people still think Michael Jackson was guilty?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Know your enemies
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Soldier with the gas-mask
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Do the British people realize how much American people absolutely despise them?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What misfortune led to an important discovery?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I never knew my life mattered”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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'”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The other one don't understand me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
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”
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Movin objects mentally
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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