What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:06
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Where can I get sure fixed matches on Instagram?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Do foreign workers face discrimination in Canada?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What celebrity do you admire the most?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“…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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll see you when I get there,
No smile is genuine or real,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Soldier with the gas-mask
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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'”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Know your enemies
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
“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”
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't