What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 03:50
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Are there really people who still believe the Earth is flat?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Know your enemies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Mothership alien sorceress
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Movin objects mentally
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I never knew my life mattered”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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'”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What does life mean without death?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I seen it all in my short life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,