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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

11.06.2025 03:50

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If it ain't

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Why are daughters mean to their mothers?

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Movin objects mentally

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Know your enemies

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Three months later we run our own caper,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Are there really people who still believe the Earth is flat?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“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”

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I never knew my life mattered”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

If it ain't

Mothership alien sorceress

Soldier with the gas-mask

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I seen it all in my short life

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

“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'”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

“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”

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“…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”

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I'll see you when I get there,

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

The other one don't understand me,