What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 23:57
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gangbangers that spit slang
What are the challenges associated with the birth narratives of Jesus?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why am I not attracted to masculine men? Why do I like more feminine attributes on a man?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Is there a possibility that we are living in a simulation and that there is a concept of rebirth?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why do people with trauma easily recognize other people with trauma through eye contact?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Have you ever been physically attacked by a demon?
Know your enemies
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
How do I convince flat earthers that the earth is round?
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What is the difference between the terms "Millennials" and "kids"?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
What are some examples of unofficial acts by presidents?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I see lots of pictures of women who have huge clits are they real or what?
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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'”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 bust the combustion Big Bang,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I never knew my life mattered”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell