What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 09:05
I'll see you when I get there,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Can I see some saggy tit pics and huge areolas pics?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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'”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What does life mean without death?
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
How were cows used in ancient India?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The other one don't understand me,
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“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
How does it feel to watch your wife get fucked hard?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Movin objects mentally
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I seen it all in my short life
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,