What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:02
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
RFK Jr. looks to fast track rare disease drug approvals (updated) - Seeking Alpha
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Willi Castro homers twice, Royce Lewis ends skid as Twins crush Athletics - Sports Illustrated
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Patriots decline to say whether Stefon Diggs has passed key physical in contract - NBC Sports
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Carrying own bag after splitting with caddie, Max Homa fails to qualify for U.S. Open - NBC Sports
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What was the worst decision you ever did?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Know your enemies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
What would happen if Kakashi and Naruto switched places?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Geomagnetic storm could make northern lights visible in Chicago on Sunday night - Chicago Sun-Times
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Movin objects mentally
Young researcher’s ALS attack plan is now a no-go - Harvard Gazette
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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'”
End of an Era: Landsat 7 Decommissioned After 25 Years of Earth Observation - USGS (.gov)
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
SpaceX fires up Super Heavy booster ahead of Starship's 10th test flight (video) - Space
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why do unattractive men assume that a pretty woman like me want them?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Scientists Just Found an Ingredient for Life in a Newborn Planet System - The Daily Galaxy
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“…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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Three months later we run our own caper,