What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:15
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What would you do if you were lost at sea in the Florida Keys?
What does life mean without death?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
How much should one budget to travel for 1 month generally?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why do people still think Michael Jackson was guilty?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
How do flat earthers explain the Earth being stationary? Is this concept considered impossible?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Is there a possibility that we are living in a simulation and that there is a concept of rebirth?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Simulations Show What Really Happens When a Black Hole Devours a Neutron Star - Gizmodo
I'll see you when I get there,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
Astronomers Have Detected a Galaxy Millions of Years Older Than Any Previously Observed - WIRED
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What are 5 ways that can be done by the community to improve the public transport system?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My husband asked me why do I keep on complaining about him cheating. Why don't I just leave?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Do older women know what they want?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“…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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Know your enemies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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'”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Movin objects mentally
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,