What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 13:33

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