What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 04:50
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
How do I identify fake friends in life?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why do some men like older women?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
What can you do if you are a full-grown adult, but never experienced being a child?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why do unattractive men assume that a pretty woman like me want them?
Know your enemies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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If it ain't
“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'”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What is the one thing you don't understand that others do?
If it ain't
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What does life mean without death?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“…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 very next day while I'm off to class,
Mothership alien sorceress
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I seen it all in my short life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll see you when I get there,
Movin objects mentally
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I never knew my life mattered”