What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 09:26
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What would happen if Kakashi and Naruto switched places?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Mothership alien sorceress
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why am I not getting any atheists to debate with? Are they scared?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Where's the Civil War everyone on the left said would happen?
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why are American university students fine with sharing a room?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
How can I earn money through OnlyFans?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What does life mean without death?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“…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”
I'll see you when I get there,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I do it once, I do it twice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Know your enemies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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'”
The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,