What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:18
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Is using tech to track or monitor your partner’s activities a sign of love, insecurity, or control?
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What Happens to Your Blood Pressure When You Drink Energy Drinks Every Day? - Verywell Health
“…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 career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
What was the worst spanking you got growing up?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gangbangers that spit slang
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What's the most sordid activity you've ever seen or heard about at a bachelorette party?
What does life mean without death?
“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'”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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”
What is one small habit that has transformed your life in unexpected ways?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Movin objects mentally
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Wrongly deported Kilmar Abrego Garcia returning to U.S. to face criminal charges - Axios
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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 sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Three months later we run our own caper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll see you when I get there,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dead astronauts, pyramids