What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
07.06.2025 07:52
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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Movin objects mentally
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why do some men love sucking cocks?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Has Pope Francis signed a document that gay men can now become priests?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Hillary thinks we must censor or "we lose total control". Why does she demand total control?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Is 1500 calories enough for a 5’3 15-year-old who is non-active?
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you raise your children like your parents raised you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What are James Potter's flaws?
The other one don't understand me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Mothership alien sorceress
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Soldier with the gas-mask
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
No smile is genuine or real,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“…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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll see you when I get there,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,