What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 05:29
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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?
Movin objects mentally
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Soldier with the gas-mask
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Just sitting at home with this huge cock. Who can take care of it for me?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As an atheist don't you really feel fear for committing sins which are not violating national laws?
“…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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If babies could write, what questions would they ask on Quora?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
What will help me to get a bigger butt naturally?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Any straight men had a gay experience in the past? What was it and how did you feel?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
What bait should you use for ocean fishing?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why are black women the largest unmarried group in the United States of America?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Me and my peeps is all trife
The other one don't understand me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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'”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who designed our DNA structure?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,