What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 03:22
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What is your juiciest sex story?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I seen it all in my short life
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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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”
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
How come Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday? That's not 3 days and three nights.
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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'”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Three months later we run our own caper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Know your enemies
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“…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”
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
No smile is genuine or real,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,