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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

16.06.2025 00:30

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

What are some sad truths about life?

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why am I not attracted to masculine men? Why do I like more feminine attributes on a man?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Soldier with the gas-mask

What is the meaning of "ero" in Japanese?

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

When have you been in an accident where the other person involved blatantly lied to the police about what transpired?

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

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“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'”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

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No smile is genuine or real,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I do it once, I do it twice,

If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

What is the dirtiest thing you have allowed your husband to do?

“…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 seen it all in my short life

Dead astronauts, pyramids

What are mean nicknames to call my sister? She is always so mean to me.

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

What does "feeling like your life is over" mean and why is it not in any dictionary online?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

If it ain't

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Can you share a story of someone who had a lucky experience while hitchhiking?

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

If it ain't

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

The other one don't understand me,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

Me and my peeps is all trife

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Mothership alien sorceress

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

“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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

I never knew my life mattered”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I'll see you when I get there,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

Know your enemies

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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”

What does life mean without death?

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Movin objects mentally

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Three months later we run our own caper,

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

“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,