What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 04:09
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“…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”
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Soldier with the gas-mask
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Do women like watching men sucking men?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Three months later we run our own caper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Mothership alien sorceress
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
What does life mean without death?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The other one don't understand me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Movin objects mentally
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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 Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
I seen it all in my short life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,