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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

11.06.2025 10:43

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Have you ever been forced into bestiality?

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

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

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

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

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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Why would a person always be so tired?

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

What movies and TV shows portray realistic beauty standards?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

As a Chinese, what disgusts you about the Chinese society today?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

If an abortion doesn’t affect you, why do people make it a big deal?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Why does the UK Labour MP Jess Philips seem to be such a divisive figure?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“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”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“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”

I seen it all in my short life

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

The other one don't understand me,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Movin objects mentally

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“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'”

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

No smile is genuine or real,

Three months later we run our own caper,

“…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”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

If it ain't

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Know your enemies

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I do it once, I do it twice,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

What does life mean without death?

Mothership alien sorceress

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,