What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 10:18
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Mothership alien sorceress
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why do I (45, male) feel like I'm crushing on a girl (19, female)?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The other one don't understand me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
No smile is genuine or real,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Know your enemies
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I seen it all in my short life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If it ain't
“…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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Movin objects mentally
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”