What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 07:05
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Assumenda assumenda cum ducimus iste enim eos dolores molestiae.
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The other one don't understand me,
What is the irony of life according to you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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 seen it all in my short life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I never knew my life mattered”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
Three months later we run our own caper,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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 Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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