What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 01:50
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What’s a historical event you wish more people talked about?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who designed our DNA structure?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What is the lowest probability event you have personally witnessed?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
NASA Science Community Budget Meeting POSTPONED - NASA Watch
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In what ways Indian parents are destroying their children's life?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What is your secret to glowing skin?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What misfortune led to an important discovery?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I never knew my life mattered”
Is the 4B movement's aggressiveness against men for seeing women as mantelpieces valid?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The other one don't understand me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Mothership alien sorceress
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Me and my peeps is all trife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Movin objects mentally
“…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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death