What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 16:19
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I never knew my life mattered”
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
If you received hand-me-downs as a child, how did they make you feel?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?
The other one don't understand me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
“…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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What are some ten strong legal evidences that are needed for a divorce?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What is after school detention like in your school?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Do women really cheat more than men?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Do you have any fantasies you are ashamed of?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I seen it all in my short life
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Mothership alien sorceress
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Know your enemies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”