What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:41
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
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What it is like to have sex with a relative woman?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll see you when I get there,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Why do older men like to get anal sex?
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“…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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The other one don't understand me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do it once, I do it twice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I never knew my life mattered”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I seen it all in my short life
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Know your enemies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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'”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love 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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,