What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 01:05
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Is it true that most women like alpha males?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why do some people dislike Gilmore girls?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Is it possible to become homeless after being released from jail or prison in the United States?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Why is the covert narcissist actively avoiding me when they see me everyday?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Does the rest of the world see America as a joke now that Trump is president again?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What are some common lies that addicts may tell themselves?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I seen it all in my short life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The other one don't understand me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Know your enemies
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust 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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Movin objects mentally
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does life mean without death?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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