What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 08:44
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Can you write a short story with a twist ending?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Massive Asteroid Bigger Than the Empire State Building is Racing Toward Earth - The Daily Galaxy
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
A common herb shows promise for boosting brain health and fighting Alzheimer’s - PsyPost
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What is the nastiest thing you had your wife do and she loved it?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Thoughts on an 8-1 Rangers win - Lone Star Ball
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why is my crush beautiful to me but not to others?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What is the most craziest dream you ever had?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I seen it all in my short life
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What is the craziest thing that you've ever witnessed?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
How do you write a letter to your uncle who sent you money for your birthday outfit?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
How can I be okay with being ugly? What is the bright side?
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What happens when you get sick in a country with universal healthcare? What's the process like?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Know your enemies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you raise your children like your parents raised you?
The other one don't understand me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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'”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll see you when I get there,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you