What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 01:59

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