What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 01:04
I seen it all in my short life
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What is your daily motivation and does it work?
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What is a fun psychological trick to try on someone?
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who designed our DNA structure?
The other one don't understand me,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why would Trump make conspiracy claims that Haitians are eating pets in Ohio?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
In my experience, British people are fat, ugly and arrogant. Why is it and can it be changed?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why do foolish atheists think their strange delusional theories are facts?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What does life mean without death?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Movin objects mentally
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“…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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Mothership alien sorceress
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'll see you when I get there,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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'”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,