What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:29
Three months later we run our own caper,
Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Where can I sell naked pics of myself online?
What does life mean without death?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why do a bra and panties have to match?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What is a good comeback for when someone calls you flat?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What do dreams about dead people mean?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What would TERFs do if there weren't such a thing as being transgender? Who would be their target?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The other one don't understand me,
“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'”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who designed our DNA structure?
I seen it all in my short life
No smile is genuine or real,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll see you when I get there,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Mothership alien sorceress
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Movin objects mentally
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do it once, I do it twice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”