What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 09:14
Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Is it legal for an employer to ask why you are taking time off from work?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even Captain James T. Kirk was trapped in a woman's body. Don't you think he'd support trans people?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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'”
How is TikTok able to censor porn?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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”
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who would win in this boxing matchup between these two, Dillian Whyte or Samuel Peter?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I never knew my life mattered”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Soldier with the gas-mask
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,