What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 07:07
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What is the most interesting question you can ask to get to know someone?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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What does life mean without death?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The other one don't understand me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What is the gayest experience you have seen in prison?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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'”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“…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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
No smile is genuine or real,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I seen it all in my short life
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Know your enemies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do it once, I do it twice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Until we realized how to get the real money;
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll see you when I get there,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,