What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:00
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why do men first look at a woman's chest instead of their face?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I seen it all in my short life
What does life mean without death?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why are black people harassed more by police officers?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Movin objects mentally
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“…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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”