What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 10:20
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What makes someone feel "rich enough" in different societies?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
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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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Would you raise your children like your parents raised you?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Know your enemies
Have you ever accidentally found out that you were about to be fired?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll see you when I get there,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What does life mean without death?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Movin objects mentally
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Soldier with the gas-mask
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Mothership alien sorceress
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I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“…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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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'”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,