What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 06:03
No smile is genuine or real,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What are the best self-care practices to improve mental health?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Know your enemies
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
How do I overcome attachment issues?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Movin objects mentally
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Which country has the best and strictest legal system in the world?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What do you typically do while on meth?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Soldier with the gas-mask
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The other one don't understand me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gangbangers that spit slang
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“…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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
What does life mean without death?
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do it once, I do it twice,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Three months later we run our own caper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,