What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 09:37
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What is the difference between heaven and heavens?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Have you ever had your crush reject you, and then later you all dated and married?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Why has my ex moved on so fast after years of being together with me?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Know your enemies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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The other one don't understand me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What does life mean without death?
I'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do it once, I do it twice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Mothership alien sorceress
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies