What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 03:05
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I feel like my boyfriend doesn't love me. Why?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
Three months later we run our own caper,
Do any other guys like to eat cum of another man from their wife's pussy?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why do narcissists avoid talking about the real issues?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
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I do it once, I do it twice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Know your enemies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Soldier with the gas-mask
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Movin objects mentally
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll see you when I get there,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I seen it all in my short life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gangbangers that spit slang
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The other one don't understand me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,