What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 00:00
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why do people always talk about Ohio as it's a dangerous city?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
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“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What is the difference between the Bible and the Qur'an?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why do ugly men flirt with girls that are really hot?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Has anyone been spanked by their parents after becoming an adult?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who designed our DNA structure?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
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Movin objects mentally
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Know your enemies
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I seen it all in my short life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
“…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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',