What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 01:05
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Hello I am 17 year old boy and I am interested in transgender why?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why are women attracted to ugly guys?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Are female judges more lenient than male ones?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
In your humble opinion, why does the narcissist mistake kindness for weakness in some people?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Have you ever secretly watched someone while they were doing something private?
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What are some common lies that addicts may tell themselves?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Do polyphenols in mushrooms fight cancer or cause side effects?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who designed our DNA structure?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Can men enjoy receiving anal sex?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
What is your daily motivation and does it work?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Upcoming Telescope Predicted to Discover Millions of Hidden Solar System Objects - Gizmodo
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll see you when I get there,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
No smile is genuine or real,
What does life mean without death?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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 future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The other one don't understand me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I seen it all in my short life
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Soldier with the gas-mask
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I never knew my life mattered”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,