What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 03:04
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What does life mean without death?
Why can't white people just surrender their white privilege?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why do I feel bad when I see white girls dating black guys, am I racist?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Liberals, why don't you like Conservatives?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What are the signs of covert narcissistic abuse that most people miss?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I seen it all in my short life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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'”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Me and my peeps is all trife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Know your enemies
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The other one don't understand me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Movin objects mentally
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'll see you when I get there,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Mothership alien sorceress
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you