What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:29
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What is something you have to share?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
Is it recommended to leave a note in a lost wallet asking for it to be returned?
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Movin objects mentally
I never knew my life mattered”
What would you change in Rings of Power?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If Trump were to lose in 2024, would that be the end of his grip on the Republican Party?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
Me and my peeps is all trife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“…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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Know your enemies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
No smile is genuine or real,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I seen it all in my short life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face