What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 03:09
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why am I so triggered and depressed over a minor thing?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'll see you when I get there,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Movin objects mentally
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
What does life mean without death?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The other one don't understand me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“…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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,