What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 02:15
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What are the signs of covert narcissistic abuse that most people miss?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If you get a chance to have sex with either Kajal Agarwal or Samantha, who would you choose and why?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Are you afraid of being alone?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why have Indian girls almost stopped wearing sarees?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why do many Hong Kong Chinese look different from the Han Chinese in mainland China?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I never knew my life mattered”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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“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,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why do most Indian women cuckold or cheat on their husbands?
Mothership alien sorceress
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I seen it all in my short life
Is a man over 50 not married no kids a red flag?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Know your enemies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who designed our DNA structure?
What does life mean without death?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,