What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 07:59
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Why are leftist movements so popular among young people?
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What ended your relationship with your best friend?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why do men love to stink/being smelly?
If it ain't
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
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Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Is Max Verstappen unstoppable this season?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
How do people develop stage 4 cancer without noticing until it’s too late?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gangbangers that spit slang
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I never knew my life mattered”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The other one don't understand me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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'”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Mothership alien sorceress
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”