What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 02:43
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I seen it all in my short life
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What are some ways to improve speed in sprinting, running uphill, and long/middle distance running?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why do you think it is bad to allow people to self-identify as a different gender?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What melts your heart every time without fail?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What movies have not aged well?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What 10 things have you stopped doing in your life?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
How do I overcome attachment issues?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Know your enemies
This Week In Space podcast: Episode 165 — Guardians of Space - Space
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Mothership alien sorceress
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why do men suck dick? Me, I can't get enough
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Soldier with the gas-mask
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The other one don't understand me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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'”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,