What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:46
Reveal alien tribal culture,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Movin objects mentally
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What are the best items to buy from a furniture shop?
I seen it all in my short life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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 other one don't understand me,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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What does life mean without death?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
No smile is genuine or real,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If it ain't
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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'”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do