What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 01:39
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,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
How do you know when your skirt is too short?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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'”
Why do women wear less clothes compared to men?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What is it that gives a man who is a submissive cock sucker his most pleasure?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What is the one thing you don't understand that others do?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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,
Is there a specific time frame for therapists to tell their clients they are wrong?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
What are the coolest new smart home gadgets to upgrade your living space?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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 seen it all in my short life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Me and my peeps is all trife
No smile is genuine or real,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“…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”
Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”