What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:34
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Can people who have never met you tell if you are a covert narcissist?
The other one don't understand me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
Movin objects mentally
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Why am I attracted to older men?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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I'll see you when I get there,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why do people still think Michael Jackson was guilty?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do it once, I do it twice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“…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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Know your enemies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,