What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 02:30
Movin objects mentally
“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,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Mothership alien sorceress
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why can’t the British eat or drink anything unless they place a table cloth on the table first?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Do older men realize that younger women usually do not prefer them?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Know your enemies
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I seen it all in my short life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I never knew my life mattered”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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