What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 07:37
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What is the story of how you met your spouse?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Do straight guys like to see cocks?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I seen it all in my short life
Do you believe that Jesus was God on Earth?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What caused the stock market to crash?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why are Americans obese? Is it the food or is it the psychology?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Republicans, why do you support Kamala Harris over Donald Trump?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Have you ever seen a woman having sex with a dog?
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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”
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
No smile is genuine or real,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Know your enemies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Mothership alien sorceress
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“…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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Three months later we run our own caper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,