What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 04:37
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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I'll see you when I get there,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
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Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gangbangers that spit slang
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Mothership alien sorceress
Why is it important for Hollywood celebrities to come out against Trump?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Have you ever heard of the god Priapus being the same as the god Phosphorus?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why do men think I’m easy just by looking at 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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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 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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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 never knew my life mattered”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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'”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do it once, I do it twice,
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The other one don't understand me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What does life mean without death?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,