What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:29
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why do people have polyamorous relationships?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why am I so afraid that gun owners have set traps to kill me outside my house or my car?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love 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”
Why did my bipolar girlfriend split up with me?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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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,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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“…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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Three months later we run our own caper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
How can I get my ex-husband to love me again?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The other one don't understand me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What does life mean without death?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,