What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 04:29
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why does my mom never wear underwear?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
What’s something you did a lot as a kid that you don’t miss now that you’re an adult?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why do so many people find Kakashi's character so appealing and inspirational?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Is it wise to choose your family over your honor?
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”
“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”
What are some effective ways to cope with loss and grief?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
How do you emotionally react to when others seem to feel sorry for you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What is something you want to "get off your chest"?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Movin objects mentally
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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'”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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?”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I seen it all in my short life
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The other one don't understand me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,