What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 06:51
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What does it mean when we dream about demons, ghosts, monsters, etc.?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The other one don't understand me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dozens of Israeli children develop malignant tumors from sperm donor - The Jerusalem Post
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What is the rudest/meanest thing a family member has said to you?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
Witness testifies that Diddy dangled her over a balcony - BBC
“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”
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Mothership alien sorceress
Pocket is shutting down, so I switched to a self-hosted alternative - Android Authority
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why do I (45, male) feel like I'm crushing on a girl (19, female)?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why do narcissists devour so much sugar (candy, ice cream, donuts, etc., in huge amounts at a time)?
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
No smile is genuine or real,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“…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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Movin objects mentally
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I never knew my life mattered”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Three months later we run our own caper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,