What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 23:57
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I seen it all in my short life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Do people have to be a pastor to baptize?
The other one don't understand me,
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I never knew my life mattered”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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'”
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
When does a woman know she is cumming?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do it once, I do it twice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Atheists who have read the Bible and think that contains immoral things, why do you assume that?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
How can people balance religious beliefs with seeking professional mental health care?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Can you share summer photos? Day 8
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Movin objects mentally
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Soldier with the gas-mask
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“…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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?