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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

10.06.2025 05:06

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

If it ain't

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

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

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

Did you become a cuckold for your wife?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

“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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why does a narcissist act like it's nothing when they hurt you?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

How can couples reverse the buildup of resentment once they notice it?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

What does life mean without death?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I'll see you when I get there,

I never knew my life mattered”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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 do it once, I do it twice,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Mothership alien sorceress

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Movin objects mentally

“…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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I seen it all in my short life

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Soldier with the gas-mask

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Know your enemies

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“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'”

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Me and my peeps is all trife

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

“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”

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The other one don't understand me,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Reveal alien tribal culture,