What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 03:44
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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What does life mean without death?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why do our deceased do not protect us from other bad spirits?
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why is my ex still keeping in touch with me even though she dumped me?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who designed our DNA structure?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What misfortune led to an important discovery?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Soldier with the gas-mask
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Mothership alien sorceress
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Movin objects mentally
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“…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”
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
“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'”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',