What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 05:58
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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“…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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why would you think you're fit to be a model?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why is digital marketing important?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
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“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'”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Know your enemies
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Gangbangers that spit slang
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I seen it all in my short life
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll see you when I get there,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What does life mean without death?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who designed our DNA structure?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,