What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 02:39
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why are white women not interested in dating Asian men? Are they not attractive to you at all?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do it once, I do it twice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What bait should you use for ocean fishing?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Do married men like sucking dick?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Is it ok for someone to crossdress in public?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
“…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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The other one don't understand me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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'”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I seen it all in my short life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Movin objects mentally
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,