What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 23:58
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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“…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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What are some effective ways to cope with loss and grief?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why are people saying that Trump is fat when he is an athletic 6 foot 3 and 215 pounds?
Know your enemies
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What toxic behavior has been normalized by society?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What kind of book did you write after turning 55?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why are the bands Smashmouth and Nickelback often used as punchlines?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
No smile is genuine or real,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I never knew my life mattered”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Movin objects mentally
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do it once, I do it twice,
The other one don't understand me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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'”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Me and my peeps is all trife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,