What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 17:02
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Know your enemies
Who designed our DNA structure?
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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,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ray Dalio: ‘We should be afraid of the bond market’ - CNN
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Rory McIlroy makes an 8, barely breaks 80 in missing cut at RBC Canadian Open - NBC Sports
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Thoughts on an 8-1 Rangers win - Lone Star Ball
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What is your wildest experience in Bangalore that you haven’t told anyone?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
No smile is genuine or real,
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
6 early symptoms of fatty liver: What your body is telling you now - Times of India
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Big brands are staying quiet this Pride Month - CNN
The other one don't understand me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“…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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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'”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Movin objects mentally
I never knew my life mattered”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gangbangers that spit slang
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,