What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:05
Know your enemies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
No smile is genuine or real,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“…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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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'”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The other one don't understand me,
What is the meanest thing your husband has said to you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Mothership alien sorceress
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What does it mean to you to live a life that reflects biblical values?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gangbangers that spit slang
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Movin objects mentally
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What does life mean without death?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
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