What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:17
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What is your review of the Redmi 9A? Is it worth buying?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Why am I so tired of seeing homeless people all over the place?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why do doctors refuse HRT to menopausal women but hand them out to trans people?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What is it that gives a man who is a submissive cock sucker his most pleasure?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do it once, I do it twice,
How long would you let a homeless friend stay at your house?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
No smile is genuine or real,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I never knew my life mattered”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“…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,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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'”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I seen it all in my short life
Who designed our DNA structure?
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The other one don't understand me,
Movin objects mentally
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,