What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:45
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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I never knew my life mattered”
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Know your enemies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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I seen it all in my short life
“…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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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'”
Who is someone that inspires you?
What does life mean without death?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How do I get my body in shape?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Mothership alien sorceress
Movin objects mentally
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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 Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Me and my peeps is all trife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
No smile is genuine or real,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,