What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 13:39
I seen it all in my short life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I do it once, I do it twice,
What was Easter day like for you as a child?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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“…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”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
How do I become an intelligent man?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
How can I handle my distrust and jealousy for my partner?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What are the 10 things you regret doing in your life?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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“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'”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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 never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What does life mean without death?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you