What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:12
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What are some hard truths that MAGA needs to hear?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dejected Joshua Kimmich reacts to Germany’s Nations League defeat - Bavarian Football Works
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The man who refused to die, and came back from his death 6 times - Times of India
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Are there any nude pictures of women with big tits?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
No smile is genuine or real,
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Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What are the most extreme examples of hypocrisy?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Mothership alien sorceress
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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'”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world 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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“…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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,