What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 06:29
I seen it all in my short life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What caused North Korea to go poor when at first it was rich?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why do I like to eat my own cum?
What does life mean without death?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I have BPD. Why do I destroy everyone I love?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Toyota Ends Up Fastest in Night Practice - Sportscar365
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why is Russia always right? All eyes toward Russian glory!
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I never knew my life mattered”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Is the Shia claim true that Imam Ali was born inside the Kaaba?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What misfortune led to an important discovery?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What should I expect after a BBL surgery?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Know your enemies
I'll see you when I get there,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“…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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The other one don't understand me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,