What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 05:30
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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'”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What is some information about unprotected sex and pregnancy?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll see you when I get there,
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Can relationship issues cause depression?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What is something brutally honest that needs to be said?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What caused the Democratic Party's 2024 presidential campaign to implode so horrifically?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why do people still think Michael Jackson was guilty?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Can you tell me something about yourself?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What caused North Korea to go poor when at first it was rich?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If a cat is feminine in German, what article do you give to a male cat?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why do many women in Turkey prefer to date blacks as a lover?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Soldier with the gas-mask
“…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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Mothership alien sorceress
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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 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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I never knew my life mattered”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Three months later we run our own caper,