What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:40
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why do Indian parents force their kids to do stuff?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
What is the most inappropriate thing your wife has done in front of you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“…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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I seen it all in my short life
What does life mean without death?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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'”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Movin objects mentally
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The other one don't understand me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Mothership alien sorceress
Me and my peeps is all trife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,