What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:49
No smile is genuine or real,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What will the legacy of Jimmy Carter be in light of his death today at 100?
Soldier with the gas-mask
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why are Trump supporters so incredibly stupid?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why is there so much evil in the world?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What's the gayest thing you have experienced on an only boys sleepover?
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The other one don't understand me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'll see you when I get there,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What does life mean without death?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“…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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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'”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,