What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 00:05
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why would my nipples hurt when I touch them?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why do older siblings always hate younger siblings?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why does my vagina always itch so badly after my periods?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Why do men first look at a woman's chest instead of their face?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Movin objects mentally
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Have you ever heard of the god Priapus being the same as the god Phosphorus?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
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“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What are some ballbusting stories?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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'”
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll see you when I get there,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I never knew my life mattered”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
Mothership alien sorceress
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If it ain't
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,