What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 00:00
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I seen it all in my short life
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Necessitatibus ipsa sequi animi dolores molestiae.
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Know your enemies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
How can I have an overnight glow-up for school?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Mothership alien sorceress
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“…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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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'”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife