What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 04:25
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand 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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
How has Sanskrit influenced modern Tamil language, particularly in terms of vocabulary?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
How Long Of A Ride Is Mario Kart World? - Kotaku
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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 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”
Is having white skin really that attractive?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What is your review of "Regent", episode 5 of Season 2 House of the Dragon?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Three months later we run our own caper,
What are some common examples of human hypocrisy?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
How do you fight the push and pull (manipulation) tactic if you want to win him?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What were some things that the ancient Greeks excelled at compared to the Romans?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Soldier with the gas-mask
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Movin objects mentally
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
“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'”
Me and my peeps is all trife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“…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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Know your enemies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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”