What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 18:47
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
How do I develop the patience to read books?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why does my girlfriend keep asking me if I love her?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gangbangers that spit slang
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
How do you stop your balls from sweating?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why cant I motivate myself to go to school (grade 10)?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
How did you know you weren't the narc?
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Is LGBTQ destroying the world?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why do men love to stink/being smelly?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll see you when I get there,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I never knew my life mattered”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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 very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Know your enemies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,