What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 07:41
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
NAACP calls on Memphis officials to halt operations at xAI’s ‘dirty data center’ - TechCrunch
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
No smile is genuine or real,
Why is my ex mad I moved on when he dumped me?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Satellite measures river flow waves for the first time - The Washington Post
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why Mike Tenay Passed on WWE x AAA Worlds Collide Appearance Revealed - Ringside News
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
NASA Discovers Strange X-Shaped Structures in Earth’s Upper Atmosphere - Indian Defence Review
If it ain't
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sorting Out Long COVID Symptoms in Babies - Medscape
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Can I know a love story of a medical student?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Fans slam Gearbox CEO Randy Pitchford's message to "cost sensitive" fans - Eurogamer
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll see you when I get there,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Who designed our DNA structure?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I seen it all in my short life
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gangbangers that spit slang
Mothership alien sorceress
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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'”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“…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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”