What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 10:54
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I seen it all in my short life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
How can we become the best humans? How can we trust each other?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Are there girls here who like group sex?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why do people love to live alone in a house?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Know your enemies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What is your best forbidden sex story that felt so right?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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No smile is genuine or real,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Would you let your partner cheat on you every now and again?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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I'll see you when I get there,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
How do I find a luxury service apartment in Gurgaon?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The other one don't understand me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does life mean without death?
I never knew my life mattered”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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'”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“…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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers