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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

08.06.2025 18:16

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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?

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

Movin objects mentally

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Why does everyone hate Anthony Joshua so much? I get that he isn’t the best heavyweight boxer ever but people claim he’s a no skill fighter but he has an Olympic gold medal, a world championship, and beat Klitschko, a dominant force in boxing

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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“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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Why is my ex trying to provoke an argument with me?

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

If it ain't

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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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

I'll see you when I get there,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

How do I stop having work crushes because I only keep getting disappointed almost every day as I keep seeing they don’t like me back and won’t ever ask me out?

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“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”

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

The other one don't understand me,

Me and my peeps is all trife

I seen it all in my short life

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

“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'”

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

No smile is genuine or real,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

What does life mean without death?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Know your enemies

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I never knew my life mattered”

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

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

“…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”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

If it ain't

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

“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 access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

“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”

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,