What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 01:17
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
How do you feel about Donald Trump signing an executive order that says there are only two genders?
I do it once, I do it twice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
How often do you watch the news on TV?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why cant I motivate myself to go to school (grade 10)?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
“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”
Why don't people like Nickelback?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Laser weapons and ecstasy
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gangbangers that spit slang
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
No smile is genuine or real,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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'”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The other one don't understand me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I seen it all in my short life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
What does life mean without death?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Mothership alien sorceress
Until we realized how to get the real money;
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“…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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
If it ain't
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