What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 00:00
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I never knew my life mattered”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm pretty sure that my dog is transgender, how would I go about transitioning it?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Did sharing a wife turn out okay?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What does life mean without death?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Mothership alien sorceress
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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'”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“…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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The other one don't understand me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I seen it all in my short life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll see you when I get there,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?