What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 01:58
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What are some of your shocking stories?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why do foolish atheists think their strange delusional theories are facts?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What kind of book did you write after turning 55?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Know your enemies
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I seen it all in my short life
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“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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'”
Do leftists understand why young men are becoming more right-wing?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
How do women feel when they are in love?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The other one don't understand me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Mothership alien sorceress
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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