What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:28
“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What is the difference between anxiety and depressive neurosis?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
When British people write X after everything, are they being serious or trying not to be awkward?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why do only ugly women like me on Tinder? Is it because I'm an ugly man?
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“…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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why do so many guys love anime girls?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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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Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Does believing in God and Satan cause schizophrenia?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
What does life mean without death?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Know your enemies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,