What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 13:58

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why cant I motivate myself to go to school (grade 10)?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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'll see you when I get there,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Is there anything wrong with me because I'm still single?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Just sitting at home with this huge cock. Who can take care of it for me?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Can you explain the difference between God and atma according to the Bhagavad-Gita?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Movin objects mentally
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Mothership alien sorceress
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Know your enemies
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
No smile is genuine or real,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,