What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 01:03
Mothership alien sorceress
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What are some prime examples of gibberish from the bible?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does it mean if someone asks if it’s pink?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do it once, I do it twice,
What did someone say to you that instantly made you realize their life was in danger?
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who are some good social skills therapists in Pompano Beach, Florida?
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Commanders CB Lattimore feeling 'way better' - ESPN
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why do I feel so lazy every time I get into my room?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Chime prices IPO at $27 a share, above its expected range - MarketWatch
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What do porn stars do when they get old?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I seen it all in my short life
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
No smile is genuine or real,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Laser weapons and ecstasy
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Me and my peeps is all trife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“…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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally