What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 10:08
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why do men date women they are not really interested in?
No smile is genuine or real,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Have you ever been instructed/forced to crossdress for the benefit of others?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Unclear if rock bottom, but Braves hit it anyway in 11-10 stunner loss - Battery Power
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
If it ain't
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What is the sum of X+XX+XXX+XXXX?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll see you when I get there,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I seen it all in my short life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Movin objects mentally
Laser weapons and ecstasy
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“…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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,