What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 02:54
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What is something you have to share?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
In bed, not in music, which is better, a drummer or a bass player?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Do girls ever miss their first love?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My husband asked me why do I keep on complaining about him cheating. Why don't I just leave?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The other one don't understand me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
How many girls or guys keep extra pantyhose in their glove box or console of their vehicle?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
I seen it all in my short life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“…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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll see you when I get there,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Movin objects mentally
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What does life mean without death?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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”
If it ain't
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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'”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,