What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:11
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The other one don't understand me,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What it is like to have sex with a relative woman?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why do some people have loving parents and some do not?
What does life mean without death?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Hello I am 17 year old boy and I am interested in transgender why?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What are tips for weight loss?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If it ain't
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Know your enemies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I never knew my life mattered”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll see you when I get there,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Mothership alien sorceress
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“…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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Movin objects mentally
“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'”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,