What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:01
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What do all Indian parents have in common?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Know your enemies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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 thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Movin objects mentally
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Mothership alien sorceress
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,