What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 07:48
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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 makes cars from companies like Dacia or BYD appealing compared to Tesla, especially in Europe?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Billionaire YouTuber MrBeast ‘borrowing’ money from mom for his wedding - New York Post
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why do liberals have a problem with masculine men like Andrew Tate?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I seen it all in my short life
Can you share something that captivates you, whether it's an idea, a discovery, or an invention?
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
No smile is genuine or real,
DC Mayor Bowser’s message for Shakira after WorldPride cancellation: ‘Get yourself here’ - WTOP
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Acting NASA Administrator Janet Petro June 6, 2025 - NASA Watch
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Movin objects mentally
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What is your review of Hartley`s High School, Kolkata?
Three months later we run our own caper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
How do military families balance personal political views with respect for civilian leadership?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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'”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why is money considered to be the root of all evil?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Know your enemies
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“…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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who designed our DNA structure?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gangbangers that spit slang
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Me and my peeps is all trife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Reveal alien tribal culture,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,