What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 05:37
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What does life mean without death?
What is your craziest college sex story?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The other one don't understand me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What is your worst experience in life?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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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
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Reveal alien tribal culture,
How many trans people are lawful gun owners?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I never knew my life mattered”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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'”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Movin objects mentally
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Soldier with the gas-mask
“…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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
“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 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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious