What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 09:02
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Mothership alien sorceress
How is ChatGPT different from Claude AI or Bard?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?
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'll see you when I get there,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“…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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Until we realized how to get the real money;
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
What celebrity do you admire the most?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
What does it feel like wearing tights?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
If it ain't
Know your enemies
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I never knew my life mattered”
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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'”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What does life mean without death?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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 seen it all in my short life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The other one don't understand me,