What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 01:49
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What is something you have to share?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why did Trump call Biden and Schumer Palestinians?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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“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”
What does life mean without death?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What's the most sordid activity you've ever seen or heard about at a bachelorette party?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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'”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Why do females hate MGTOW so much?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Do you agree with Kamala Harris that Donald Trump is dangerous?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Is it true that schizophrenia can sometimes be a demonic attack or black magic?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
No smile is genuine or real,
The other one don't understand me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Movin objects mentally
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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 here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I never knew my life mattered”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Three months later we run our own caper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I seen it all in my short life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Until we realized how to get the real money;