What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 01:45
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Where's the Civil War everyone on the left said would happen?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Mothership alien sorceress
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The other one don't understand me,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What does life mean without death?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If it ain't
“…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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like