What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:53
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why are some people afraid of monsters?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why do all the stupid people think Donald J. Trump is stupid?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Know your enemies
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
How do you know how physically attractive you actually are?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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'”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why is dating so frustrating and difficult for a guy?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I never knew my life mattered”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why does my vagina always itch so badly after my periods?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Movin objects mentally
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If it ain't
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”