What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 02:25
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What do you think is the #1 cause of why relationships nowadays don't seem to last long?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Which is the worst Bollywood movie you have ever seen and why?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What should I expect after a BBL surgery?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What's your favourite porn video to jerk off to?
“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'”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'll see you when I get there,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I seen it all in my short life
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“…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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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 here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Mothership alien sorceress
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I never knew my life mattered”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who designed our DNA structure?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The other one don't understand me,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like