What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 13:42
Soldier with the gas-mask
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
What's the gayest thing you have experienced on an only boys sleepover?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why am I always so tired and I don't eat enough?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Do the British people realize how much American people absolutely despise them?
Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who are some good social skills therapists in Pompano Beach, Florida?
“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”
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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 future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Have your parents ever walked in on you?
No smile is genuine or real,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Have you ever gone to a porn theater with your wife?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What would you do if you were lost at sea in the Florida Keys?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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'”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“…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 you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I never knew my life mattered”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What does life mean without death?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like