What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 07:47
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Kquorans, can you please write a story?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why are Americans obese? Is it the food or is it the psychology?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What are some cool confidence hacks?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I dreamt my mother had died and I cried so much in my dream. What does it mean?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What do you typically do while on meth?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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'”
What does life mean without death?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Mothership alien sorceress
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Me and my peeps is all trife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang