What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 00:18
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why do you think there is growing support for far-right parties in Europe?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Movin objects mentally
Is there any kind of mold that might be good for your skin?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
No smile is genuine or real,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why is the show The Big Bang Theory so hated?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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'”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll see you when I get there,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Mothership alien sorceress
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,