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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

11.06.2025 01:05

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Can I fix a fridge leak myself, or should I call a pro?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

Who was the actor least deserving of an Academy Award?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Is depression a cause for always feeling tired?

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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“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”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Why all the fuss about Trump’s policy initiatives? Isn’t he just trying to set a moral tone for the Republican Party to make America great again?

I never knew my life mattered”

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

What are the causes of over sweating?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Why did Kamala say immigrants eating cats isn’t real when there’s police bodycam footage of it happening?

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“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”

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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Know your enemies

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Movin objects mentally

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

“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”

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

If it ain't

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

No smile is genuine or real,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

I do it once, I do it twice,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

If it ain't

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“…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?

“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'”

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“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”

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,