What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 01:38
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Do you find Anushka Sen attractive?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
☆ what's the thing that made u fell in love with your bias?
I never knew my life mattered”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Liberals, why don't you like Conservatives?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What did Rama tell Sita about Kaliyug?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Orton advances in the King of the Ring after the Paul Heyman Guys screw LA Knight - Cageside Seats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why do people believe that global warming is man made?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Rikishi calls for WWE writers to be fired for botching Jey Uso’s world title run - Cageside Seats
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll see you when I get there,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,