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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

09.06.2025 02:25

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

I never knew my life mattered”

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

What was your worst experience while living with roommates?

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why is the mainstream media, traditionally liberal except for Fox, not reporting on Trump like he's a traditional candidate who has ideas, values, and a concern for the common good?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The other one don't understand me,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I'll see you when I get there,

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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

What does life mean without death?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Three months later we run our own caper,

If it ain't

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

What was your best unexpected reunion with your childhood best friend?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

Why do some people dislike rap and hip hop music despite there being poor quality music in every genre?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Do all armies have the same rank structure?

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

“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,

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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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Know your enemies

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Me and my peeps is all trife

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

No smile is genuine or real,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Soldier with the gas-mask

If it ain't

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Movin objects mentally

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

“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,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

“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”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Mothership alien sorceress

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,