What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 00:57
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
How do empaths destroy narcissists?
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why is my ex mad I moved on when he dumped me?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Know your enemies
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Did another parent ever tell you something about your child that you didn’t know?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why are some people afraid of monsters?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
What was your most memorable experience catching a fraudulent car seller?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who are the IT boys of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th generation in K-pop?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What does it mean if you dream your dad died?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
No smile is genuine or real,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Mothership alien sorceress
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“…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”
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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'”
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I never knew my life mattered”