What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 03:22
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Why would my ex block me after I blocked him?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If you believe in God, do you think God can save you from cancer?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why are American women so ugly nowadays?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What should I do if I love someone who does not love me?
No smile is genuine or real,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Is there a possibility that we are living in a simulation and that there is a concept of rebirth?
Movin objects mentally
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Three months later we run our own caper,
Do you like to wear a see-through skirt?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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 never knew my life mattered”
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What does life mean without death?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?