What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 02:04
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What was the worst decision you ever did?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I seen it all in my short life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why are black people harassed more by police officers?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What is the dirtiest thing you have allowed your husband to do?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What are 10 interesting facts about you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“…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”
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do it once, I do it twice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Soldier with the gas-mask
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The other one don't understand me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Movin objects mentally
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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'”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”