What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 01:09
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Do you believe that Jesus was God on Earth?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The sun's poles have flipped. A spacecraft is watching what happens next. - Mashable
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why is blood sugar ranging from 70-180 in a day and checked through a glucometer?
The other one don't understand me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Does the West have a defense against China's PL17 air-air missile?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
No smile is genuine or real,
What life lesson did you learn the hard way?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
How do you emotionally react to when others seem to feel sorry for you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What are some photos of female sexual organs?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Mothership alien sorceress
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Do happily married husbands cheat?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Movin objects mentally
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“…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 never knew my life mattered”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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'”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?