What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:44
I do it once, I do it twice,
Know your enemies
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What does life mean without death?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why can't we send flat Earthers to space and show them the shape of Earth?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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I'll see you when I get there,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What is your age now, and what age do you prefer to stay at forever?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I seen it all in my short life
I never knew my life mattered”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why are white women dating more black guys than ever?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
No smile is genuine or real,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
“…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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Mothership alien sorceress
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Movin objects mentally
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust 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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife