What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 18:56
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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“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”
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
How do military families handle communication when a service member is injured overseas?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What would you do if you were lost at sea in the Florida Keys?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Is visiting holy shrines (dargahs) or graves haraam in Islam?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What is the one thing you don't understand that others do?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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'”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Was Adam white or black (African)?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Soldier with the gas-mask
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What does life mean without death?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“…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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Know your enemies
I seen it all in my short life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,