What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 05:29
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
How do you know when someone really loves you?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?
Don't miss the crescent moon shining close to Mars on May 31 - Space
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What is truer than that which is true?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why is Tiananmen Square censored?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What is it like to use a Fleshlight?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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I'll see you when I get there,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I do it once, I do it twice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Know your enemies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“…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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The other one don't understand me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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'”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I seen it all in my short life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,