What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:19
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What was your experience when trying GHB?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Mothership alien sorceress
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Do you have pics of the wife making out with another guy?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
“…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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I never knew my life mattered”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Movin objects mentally
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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'”
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers