What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 10:13
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What's the most trivial thing that ever made you go to the doctor?
What does life mean without death?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why do some people believe that Homelander would be no match for Superman or Thor?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Do you have any fantasies you are ashamed of?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Movin objects mentally
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
How can I watch porn on TikTok?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I’m running away I live in Indiana what states near by are safe I’m 12 no comments?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Was there a British ‘genocide’ of Aboriginal Australians?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why do so many people like life?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why don't younger men like older women?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I never knew my life mattered”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do it once, I do it twice,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The other one don't understand me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“…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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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 there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Me and my peeps is all trife
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like