What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 09:57
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The other one don't understand me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If it ain't
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Are there any queer Space Marine Legion in Warhammer 30k or 40k?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gangbangers that spit slang
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Mothership alien sorceress
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Is it wrong for me, a 14-year-old girl, to read dark romance?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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 it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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'”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“…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”
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,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What does life mean without death?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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