What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 00:32
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Have you ever had sex with your female cousin? How did it start?
“…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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The other one don't understand me,
Why are the democrats keep insisting that there are more than two genders?
No smile is genuine or real,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Has anyone liked being made a cocksucker?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Movin objects mentally
What was Easter day like for you as a child?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What is the gayest experience you have seen in prison?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What do people aim for when they meditate, and how do they do it properly?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What is the best technique for inserting a tampon into one’s anus?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why are white women not interested in dating Asian men? Are they not attractive to you at all?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Know your enemies
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Gangbangers that spit slang
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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'”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Three months later we run our own caper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll see you when I get there,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,