What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 08:35
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What is the most gay experience with your dad?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
☆ what's the thing that made u fell in love with your bias?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Mothership alien sorceress
Soldier with the gas-mask
I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When a narcissist mad at their new supply, do they take it out on the old supply?
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does a passable feminine crossdresser look like?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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?”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What are the signs of covert narcissistic abuse that most people miss?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Can you share a story of someone who had a lucky experience while hitchhiking?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Are you more of a butt guy or a boob guy?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Movin objects mentally
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What does life mean without death?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do it once, I do it twice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll see you when I get there,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
No smile is genuine or real,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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 one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I seen it all in my short life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Know your enemies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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'”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”