What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 00:06
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Do you think that Airbnb is destroying neighborhoods throughout the US?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What would you do if you were lost at sea in the Florida Keys?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why should the law care about what I do behind closed doors?
“…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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why is it that women are stronger than men nowadays?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Mothership alien sorceress
I do it once, I do it twice,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
How do military families handle communication when a service member is injured overseas?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gangbangers that spit slang
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The other one don't understand me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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'”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,