What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 01:47
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
What misfortune led to an important discovery?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What is your interpretation of the movie Rocky? What makes it a good film in your opinion?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I never knew my life mattered”
What was your first experience like with a black man?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
How do you cope when your mother doesn't love 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'”
What does life mean without death?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who is the beast of Revelation 13?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
No smile is genuine or real,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Friday the 13th solar storm could bring auroras to 18 US states this weekend - Live Science
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The other one don't understand me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Mothership alien sorceress
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I seen it all in my short life
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you