What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:16
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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’,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Is it true that schizophrenia can sometimes be a demonic attack or black magic?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you've witnessed?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Movin objects mentally
Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gangbangers that spit slang
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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 Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do it once, I do it twice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“…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”