What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 02:19
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What if the girl says that drama about you dating here? Is that a bad sign?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What are some things you do for your form of self-care?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Can you wash a dog with washing liquid used for humans?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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I'll see you when I get there,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What is your daily motivation and does it work?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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'”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Mothership alien sorceress
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“…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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I seen it all in my short life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;