What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:04
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I seen it all in my short life
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If it ain't
“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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What are the reasons why am I so tired before my period?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
What do you think about me (Aditya Krishna)?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
Was Michael Jackson really an innocent person?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What does life mean without death?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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 in a bad place; who do I trust?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'll see you when I get there,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
“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'”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,