What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 07:38
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If babies could write, what questions would they ask on Quora?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
President Trump kicked Zelensky out of the White House. Is it over for a deal?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
How do people break a narcissist man's ego?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Do women like watching men sucking men?
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What's the most sordid activity you've ever seen or heard about at a bachelorette party?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why are white women so hard to date?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Can a cop pull you over walking home asking why you are out so late?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'll see you when I get there,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Movin objects mentally
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
“…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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Know your enemies
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The other one don't understand me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What does life mean without death?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Three months later we run our own caper,