What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 06:48
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
How did you get to be a leftist?
Soldier with the gas-mask
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Why do a lot of autistic people not know how to style their hair?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Three months later we run our own caper,
President Trump kicked Zelensky out of the White House. Is it over for a deal?
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What are some ballbusting stories?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The other one don't understand me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“…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”
Movin objects mentally
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Know your enemies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”