What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:26
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What type of crossdresser are you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What is the sluttiest thing your wife has ever done?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why is it rare for someone to despise both the Democrats and Republicans?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Mothership alien sorceress
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why does my vagina and around my butthole itch? I don't have weird discharge and I'm still a virgin.
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
“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 seen it all in my short life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
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 future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Soldier with the gas-mask
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The other one don't understand me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
No smile is genuine or real,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't