What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:18
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The other one don't understand me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why do companies cull employees during financial downturns without saying so?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Do women like men who have slept with many women?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
“…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”
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
How do flat earthers explain the Earth being stationary? Is this concept considered impossible?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll see you when I get there,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I never knew my life mattered”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What does life mean without death?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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'”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who designed our DNA structure?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,