What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:23
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why do men think all women are the same?
Know your enemies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why does TikTok allow porn stars in its platform? Isn't it aimed at teenagers?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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'”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What are some examples of a threat to democracy in India?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Three months later we run our own caper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why am I so tired of the keto diet?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Have you ever been a victim of gaslighting? What happened?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I seen it all in my short life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
“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”
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“…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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,