What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
07.06.2025 01:13
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Have you ever heard of the god Priapus being the same as the god Phosphorus?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“…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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Why does a narcissist act like it's nothing when they hurt you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What is one thing which you cannot stop however hard you try?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What does life mean without death?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Movin objects mentally
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I seen it all in my short life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Mothership alien sorceress
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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'll see you when I get there,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Me and my peeps is all trife