What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:32
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
What are some life hacks for living on your own?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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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,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Which Bibles can one read and be confident they are reading the inerrant word of God?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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'”
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
“…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 it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Three months later we run our own caper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The other one don't understand me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I seen it all in my short life
Who designed our DNA structure?
No smile is genuine or real,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Know your enemies
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Soldier with the gas-mask
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
What does life mean without death?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke