What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 03:39
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
Ozempic has ‘very rare’ sight loss side effect, EU drugs regulator finds - politico.eu
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I have BPD. Why do I destroy everyone I love?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reality TV star’s son dead at 16: ‘Life is so cruel and unfair’ - AL.com
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Should parents force their kids to go to school when they are sick?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Movin objects mentally
Why do I smell bad even though I have good hygiene?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Three months later we run our own caper,
First Map Made of a Solid’s Secret Quantum Geometry - quantamagazine.org
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
DePaul soccer player Chase Stegall dies in residence hall - Chicago Sun-Times
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Miley Cyrus Recalls How She Used to 'Hide' Drug Spending From Her Accountant - TooFab
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
Which animal has the best sense of smell? - Live Science
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What would be the lowest score with 9 strikes and no gutter balls?
I'll see you when I get there,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“…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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I never knew my life mattered”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face