What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 07:05
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Do people really have sex with animals?
“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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why do men love to stink/being smelly?
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What do you think about a sister's love?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Why is Roblox so laggy it’s unplayable? My computer is fine and the internet is great.
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why did my ex replace me so fast?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“…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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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 one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll see you when I get there,
Movin objects mentally
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I never knew my life mattered”
Know your enemies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
No smile is genuine or real,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,