What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 01:28
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why do flat Earthers exist? Why can’t I see the Sun at night? Is it because Earth is not flat?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm British and I hate my glasses. Are prescription glasses better in New York City?
Know your enemies
The other one don't understand me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
How do flat Earthers explain the existence of other spherical planets?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
When Kundalini is awakened accidentally, what can be done?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What do you think hell is like?
I'll see you when I get there,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Is there an MBTI personality that is more or less likely to handle stress?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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 song are you listening to right now? What does it mean to you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If it ain't
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Movin objects mentally
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“…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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask