What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:48
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When do you start "growing old"?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What parts of the Bible, if any, are inappropriate to read to children? Why?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
How do I get over a long-term relationship breakup?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Can you name a female actress who has had bad timing or luck in her film career?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Movin objects mentally
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Have you ever had sex with your mother-in-law? If so, how was it and did your wife ever find out?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“…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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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'”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Know your enemies
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What does life mean without death?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The other one don't understand me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Three months later we run our own caper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you