What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 10:57
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Can anyone or anything overthrow your belief in the Jewish God?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
How do you feel about Donald Trump signing an executive order that says there are only two genders?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sega Throws Shade At Mario Kart While Showing Off Sonic Racing: Crossworlds - Kotaku
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Is there a specific time frame for therapists to tell their clients they are wrong?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
All flights grounded at Newark Airport due to staffing issues - FOX 5 New York
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What song are you listening to right now? What does it mean to you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
He said he loves me, but why is it difficult for him to leave his wife?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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'”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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,
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I seen it all in my short life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I never knew my life mattered”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Mothership alien sorceress
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,