What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:31
Movin objects mentally
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Has your wife or girlfriend ever been felt up in public by a stranger?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
What is the nastiest thing you had your wife do and she loved it?
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Some men love anal sex more than vaginal sex. Why?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Why is there no evidence of a multiverse theory?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why is my ex still keeping in touch with me even though she dumped me?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'll see you when I get there,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do it once, I do it twice,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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 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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“…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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“The very next day while I'm off to class,