What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:06
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why would a spouse cheat if the marriage is good?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What is your favourite true story to tell at a party?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What's your wildest & weirdest fantasy?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What are you struggling with in your life? What would you like to have instead?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Why do some guys treat girls so badly?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
What does life mean without death?
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I seen it all in my short life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Me and my peeps is all trife
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll see you when I get there,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Know your enemies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
No smile is genuine or real,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I never knew my life mattered”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Mothership alien sorceress
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Movin objects mentally
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't
“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'”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,