What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 11:45
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Coating satellites with super-black paint Vantablack could help fight light pollution crisis - Space
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Are you able to lie, even though you have Aspergers?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
While emptying a house, have you ever seen something in it that blew your mind?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What are some signs that a therapist may have poor boundaries with their clients?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'”
Gangbangers that spit slang
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who designed our DNA structure?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Have you ever answered your door in lingerie?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
“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”
If a female has XX chromosomes and a male has XY chromosomes, what chromosomes do transgenders have?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Hey girls can we see some anal play?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Would you let your partner cheat on you every now and again?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Were knights’ lances practical weapons, or were they just for sports?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“…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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What melts your heart every time without fail?
Three months later we run our own caper,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I seen it all in my short life
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
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?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The other one don't understand me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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 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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What does life mean without death?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues