What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 09:42
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why am I so tired of the keto diet?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
These glowing axolotls may hold the secret to human limb regeneration - The Washington Post
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What was your most memorable experience catching a fraudulent car seller?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Has anyone shared his wife with a friend? How was it?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
What is the difference between heaven and heavens?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What is one thing nice you did for someone today or something they did for you?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why do men say women hit the wall at 24?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
Why do so many people find Kakashi's character so appealing and inspirational?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gangbangers that spit slang
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The other one don't understand me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What does life mean without death?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
No smile is genuine or real,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Movin objects mentally
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Mothership alien sorceress
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Know your enemies
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“…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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century