What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 13:31
What does life mean without death?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
What are some reasons why people may fear strong men?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why do White people love dogs more than humans?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Which feels physically better for guys: vaginal sex or anal sex?
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why are black people seen as scary or a threat to some people?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
Bettor banned for heckling Olympic star Thomas - ESPN
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why is Trump so disliked worldwide?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Abby Lee Miller Sues Cedars-Sinai Hospital, Claims Doctors Left Catheter in Her Body - TMZ
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why is the US going after Canada after all? What is the reason for all this hostility?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Have you ever heard of the god Priapus being the same as the god Phosphorus?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Used vehicle prices ease from tariff fear-buying highs but remain elevated - CNBC
No smile is genuine or real,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“…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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I seen it all in my short life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Know your enemies
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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'”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll see you when I get there,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,