What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 13:45
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I seen it all in my short life
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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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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'”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Has anyone ever worn leather pants? Are they comfortable?
I'll see you when I get there,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Is the Shia claim true that Imam Ali was born inside the Kaaba?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I never knew my life mattered”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Know your enemies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Me and my peeps is all trife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
Movin objects mentally
What does life mean without death?
“…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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?