What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 10:46
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Can bosses get fired for being too hard on employees?
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What is something you want to "get off your chest"?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why do men say women hit the wall at 24?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
What should I do if I love someone who does not love me?
What does life mean without death?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
No smile is genuine or real,
How long would you let a homeless friend stay at your house?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Know your enemies
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Soldier with the gas-mask
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
A former police chief who escaped from an Arkansas prison is captured - NPR
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What made you feel disgusted today?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What is the reason for writing X^2 as XX instead of X*X?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why do a lot of autistic people not know how to style their hair?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'll see you when I get there,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I seen it all in my short life
Gangbangers that spit slang
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“…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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,