What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:15
I seen it all in my short life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why am I so tired of the keto diet?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Can anyone or anything overthrow your belief in the Jewish God?
The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Why does my ex boyfriend do this?
Movin objects mentally
Mothership alien sorceress
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
How will the article end in Part III of Gleissner's hit piece?
I'll see you when I get there,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why do liberals have a problem with masculine men like Andrew Tate?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Me and my peeps is all trife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I never knew my life mattered”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Know your enemies