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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

08.06.2025 01:12

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Where did Kamala Harris learn how to change positions so quickly? Did she learn it from working in the world's oldest profession?

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

How can you tell if someone or someone's is trying to recruit or at least test you for a secret organization?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Movin objects mentally

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Which scene is considered the most difficult to watch in each of Quentin Tarantino's movies?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

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

How did you become popular in school?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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I do it once, I do it twice,

Soldier with the gas-mask

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

What is one small habit that has transformed your life in unexpected ways?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

What does life mean without death?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

What is the funniest joke you've been told that you still think about to this day?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

If it ain't

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“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'”

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

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

“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”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Know your enemies

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

“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”

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

“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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

“…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”

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

If it ain't

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I'll see you when I get there,

Mothership alien sorceress

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

“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 never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

The other one don't understand me,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?