What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 23:48
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If freedom of speech is absolute, how come it's not applied for private spaces and for the Internet?
“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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who designed our DNA structure?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What is the best sex you have ever had (in detail)?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Are seed oils really bad for you? - BBC
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I want to have anal sex, but my wife refuses. What do I do?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
How will the article end in Part III of Gleissner's hit piece?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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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,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Mothership alien sorceress
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why am I so wanting to suck a penis?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The other one don't understand me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Know your enemies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What does life mean without death?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”