What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 03:53
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“…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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I seen it all in my short life
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why do all the stupid people think Donald J. Trump is stupid?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
How do you fight the push and pull (manipulation) tactic if you want to win him?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Movin objects mentally
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I never knew my life mattered”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What does life mean without death?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The other one don't understand me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Soldier with the gas-mask
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,