What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 03:46
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Catch Jupiter and Mercury side by side in the evening sky this week - Space
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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'll see you when I get there,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why am I so tired of the keto diet?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
How can fashion design be used to make a political statement in popular culture, and society?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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 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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What do you respect the most about Elon Musk?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Is love natural, or is it somehow created?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gangbangers that spit slang
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What do you think about me (Aditya Krishna)?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What is the one thing you don't understand that others do?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who designed our DNA structure?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If it ain't
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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'”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I seen it all in my short life
The other one don't understand me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust 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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
No smile is genuine or real,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“…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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?