What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:08
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Movin objects mentally
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why do many men like women's breasts?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
No smile is genuine or real,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Three months later we run our own caper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“…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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Know your enemies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
What does life mean without death?
“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'”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,