What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 01:07
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
How do you treat a hematoma at home?
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ipsum quo molestiae officiis qui voluptates sequi veniam qui.
I do it once, I do it twice,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why is it common for guys to sleep with 10-20 women then marry a good girl?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What are some hard truths that MAGA needs to hear?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The other one don't understand me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I seen it all in my short life
“…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”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Gangbangers that spit slang
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Soldier with the gas-mask
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell