What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 01:00
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What do you love to do at night when you’re alone?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What CIA front organizations operated in the United States during the 1960s?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
No smile is genuine or real,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What is the difference between anxiety and depressive neurosis?
Movin objects mentally
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I seen it all in my short life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
What timeless pieces do you believe every wardrobe should possess?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill 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'”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why do narcissist move on so easily?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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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
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Should India conduct another air strike to attack Pakistan over the Pahalgam attack?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Soldier with the gas-mask
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Mothership alien sorceress
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured 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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Know your enemies
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”