What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 13:24
No smile is genuine or real,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What is the impact of being stereotyped as poor on an individual's life? How does it make them feel?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What’s one positive trait you’ve gained because of BPD?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What can I say to a scammer who thinks he loves me, but I don't want to be scammed?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
—— which songs do certain kuorans remind you of?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What is the opposite personality type of someone with ASPD (antisocial personality disorder)?
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why are daughters mean to their mothers?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Know your enemies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Mothership alien sorceress
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Movin objects mentally
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do it once, I do it twice,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Soldier with the gas-mask
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,