What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 05:14
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What are some disadvantages of living in rural areas? What are the advantages?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What is something you want to "get off your chest"?
Movin objects mentally
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The other one don't understand me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If it ain't
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe