What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 14:13
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What was the craziest place that you had sex with someone in public?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Mothership alien sorceress
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What do you typically do while on meth?
If it ain't
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What does life mean without death?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I seen it all in my short life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gangbangers that spit slang
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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'”