What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 02:39
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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What does life mean without death?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Is it okay for my husband to help other ladies without telling me?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Do straight guys like to see cocks?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'll see you when I get there,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“…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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who designed our DNA structure?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Soldier with the gas-mask
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
Know your enemies
“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'”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do it once, I do it twice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight