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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

10.06.2025 02:57

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

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

Why are flat Earthers made fun of when they seemingly don't exist? I have only met one flat Earther in 18 years.

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

What's at the center of Mars? Maybe the stench of rotten eggs - Space

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

The largest black hole jet ever discovered is three times bigger than the Milky Way - Boy Genius Report

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

What toxic behavior has been normalized by society?

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Why don’t people want the American Dream anymore - marriage, kids, a dog, and the white picket fence?

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

Mothership alien sorceress

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

What is your age now, and what age do you prefer to stay at forever?

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Movin objects mentally

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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'”

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

The other one don't understand me,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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”

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I'll see you when I get there,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“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”

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Soldier with the gas-mask

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

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

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

What does life mean without death?

Know your enemies

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

If it ain't

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“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”

No smile is genuine or real,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,