What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 03:09
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Do happily married husbands cheat?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What should I do if I love a girl and she apparently doesn't love me?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Were you ever in love with your teacher?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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'”
Mothership alien sorceress
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Movin objects mentally
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Soldier with the gas-mask
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“…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”
If it ain't
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries