What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 00:14

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