What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 06:58
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Which one is better to guys, boobs or butt?
The other one don't understand me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why do I want to suck cock tonight?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Know your enemies
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If freedom of speech is absolute, how come it's not applied for private spaces and for the Internet?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
Who designed our DNA structure?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I seen it all in my short life
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face