What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 06:37
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
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?”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who is someone that inspires you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
When does a woman know she is cumming?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why do I sweat (mostly on face) when I eat usually spicy food?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Has any man licked his wife's vagina while another man had sex with her?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What do you think hell is like?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
The other one don't understand me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What should I expect after a BBL surgery?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I seen it all in my short life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll see you when I get there,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Soldier with the gas-mask
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“…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
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Movin objects mentally
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who designed our DNA structure?