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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

13.06.2025 10:16

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

Would you let your partner cheat on you every now and again?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?

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

The other one don't understand me,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Sometime ago, the Iranian Minister said that a US Navy aircraft carrier would be an easy target for 300 speed boats armed with Katyusha rocket launchers. Is this true?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Why was Boromir corrupted by the One Ring, but not Faramir in The Lord of the Rings?

“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”

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Don't you think Democrats are so full of it stool softener and an enema couldn't help them?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

What does life mean without death?

What is the most offensive thing someone has ever asked you?

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

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

Know your enemies

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Why are there so many single moms in America?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

If it ain't

Is it okay for me to wear girls’ underwear?

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Do people really never face any hidden costs or surprises with surgeries in countries with single-payer healthcare like the NHS?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

“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'”

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Movin objects mentally

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I'll see you when I get there,

I seen it all in my short life

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

“…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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“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”

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“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,

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

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

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

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

If it ain't

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Three months later we run our own caper,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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