What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:23
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why are so many young teenage boys misogynistic? Where do they get these attitudes from?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Is the media protecting Kamala Harris?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
What was your most embarrassing wardrobe malfunction in public?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“…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”
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who designed our DNA structure?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Private Japanese spacecraft aims to land in the moon's 'Sea of Cold' this week - Space
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll see you when I get there,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
How are max different from medical and minimum security prisons?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
How many wishes do people get on their birthday?
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Are there girls here who like group sex?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
No smile is genuine or real,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Mothership alien sorceress
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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'”
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Movin objects mentally
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Soldier with the gas-mask