What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 02:59
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'll see you when I get there,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Are landlords allowed to make unreasonable requests?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
When was the first time you suck on a penis?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What are the most shocking facts about the Bollywood industry?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
What does life mean without death?
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
No smile is genuine or real,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“…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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Mothership alien sorceress
I seen it all in my short life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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'”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',