What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:36
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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What does life mean without death?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
How does the narcissist react when he realizes you no longer care?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What's the most incredible coincidence that ever happened to you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why do men suck dick? Me, I can't get enough
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The other one don't understand me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Know your enemies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Mothership alien sorceress
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“…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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”