What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:18
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
How do I get over a long-term relationship breakup?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
What did your mother say that made your jaw drop?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Mothership alien sorceress
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The other one don't understand me,
“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'”
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
What do most wives fantasize about?
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Movin objects mentally
I seen it all in my short life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
No smile is genuine or real,
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,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“…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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife