What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 01:09
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I never knew my life mattered”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
No smile is genuine or real,
Know your enemies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What is your secret to glowing skin?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The other one don't understand me,
Where do high school kids get weed from?
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Is it ok for someone to crossdress in public?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What was your embarrassing moment in front of your father-in-law as an Indian daughter-in-law?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What's an uncomfortable truth you've learned to accept?
What does life mean without death?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Does being poor build better character than being born rich?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Mothership alien sorceress
I seen it all in my short life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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 you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“…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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll see you when I get there,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,