What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 11:43
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Do older women know what they want?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
How do I convince flat earthers that the earth is round?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who is the dumbest law enforcement officer you have ever encountered?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What is your juiciest sex story?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Know your enemies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“…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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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'”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,