The coldest lyrics ever spit

[DJDONTNOBODYPAYME]

I don't care what NONE of you nikkaz gotta say












#RealHipHop

 

[Zero]

At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket
Feeling sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleeping"

 

[KRiLL (+)]

"go dig ya patna up nikka bet he can't say shyt & if you looking for me nikka i'll be in Zone 6..."

 

[AyBrehHam Linkin]

It's frustratin' when you just can't express yourself
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself
To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks
Fast forward towards the stars and the jetpack
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges
To the debt holders and the law makers
fukk you, sue me, bill me
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
The lies can't conceal me
The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky's gon' reveal me
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me
My Lord's too beneficent
The message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in
The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistenin'
The universe is listenin', be careful what you say in it
My grandma told me every bed a nikka make, he lay in it
The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside
Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies


just a beautiful ass song. literally changed the way i wanted to conduct my life and how i looked at the world when i first heard it 2 years ago. i love music, but no other song i've ever heard in my life did what this song did to me forreal, especially those last 2 lines


Jay Elec my fav rapper ever, fukk a album.

 

[FreshAIG]

Actually from a battle rap but

"You from a hood where nikkas where shirts that say "Stop Snitchin'"
I'm from the hood where we take snitches, put him on the shirt go to the church and tell his Mom to "Stop bytching" - Ill Will

 

[ReasonableMatic]

If yo guerillas spend one day with us, trapped in a cage with us
They come back tamed as fukk, dangerous as chained up pups
I let that thing go BUCK 'til my wrist sprained and my finger cut
Y'all hostile crowd don't mean a thing to us
It ain't strange, if I hit that angel dust, get my anger up
Turn juggernaut, his frame get crushed
Shots point blank range, BANG, he fukked
His soul flying, I'm STILL firing, even his guardian angels duck - Aye Verb

 

[lucky lefty]

*insert any lyric ever spit by the GOAT Hov*

 

[the cac mamba]

*insert any lyric ever spit by the GOAT Hov*

I will not lose, for even in defeat
There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me