What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:14
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Any straight men had a gay experience in the past? What was it and how did you feel?
Know your enemies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
How do you write lyrics for a song that resonates with listeners?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Which current F1 drivers should switch teams based on historical patterns?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Pocket is shutting down, so I switched to a self-hosted alternative - Android Authority
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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'”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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”
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
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 ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll see you when I get there,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I seen it all in my short life
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,