What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 04:51
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What are the pros and cons of banning homosexuality?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
No smile is genuine or real,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What is so great about Jiraiya?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What are some tips for a girl with low self-esteem to start dating?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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If it ain't
What are the reasons why am I so tired before my period?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Mothership alien sorceress
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Know your enemies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Movin objects mentally
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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'”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The other one don't understand me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,