What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 10:24
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Can you name an example of bad parenting?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What does life mean without death?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why is it rare for someone to despise both the Democrats and Republicans?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
'Really excited about this group': 5 takeaways from Seahawks minicamp - The Seattle Times
I seen it all in my short life
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why is only the left side of my vagina bleeding, on and off?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll see you when I get there,
What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?
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
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Do Republicans want to ban books and decide what your kids can and can’t read?
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Movin objects mentally
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The other one don't understand me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',