What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 03:03
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
☆ what's the thing that made u fell in love with your bias?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What are some signs he is deeply in love with you?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I seen it all in my short life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Is crossdressing being a transvestite?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why are the democrats keep insisting that there are more than two genders?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Know your enemies
Why do Democrats look like snowflakes and Republicans look like Vikings?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
What does life mean without death?
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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I'll see you when I get there,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why do I get stressed when I go to bed?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
Soldier with the gas-mask
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Movin objects mentally
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The other one don't understand me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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
I never knew my life mattered”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of 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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,