What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 09:56
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Where's the Civil War everyone on the left said would happen?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Mothership alien sorceress
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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 never knew my life mattered”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why is my crush beautiful to me but not to others?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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 beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
What was your best sex experience that still makes you horny?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Three months later we run our own caper,
When does a woman know she is cumming?
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My blog is new. I need 10 article posts for my blog. How much should I pay for it?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What CIA front organizations operated in the United States during the 1960s?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll see you when I get there,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
Know your enemies
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The other one don't understand me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What does life mean without death?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,