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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 28.06.2025 02:54

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

The other one don't understand me,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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I'll see you when I get there,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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“…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 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”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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Mothership alien sorceress

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Know your enemies

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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“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'”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I seen it all in my short life

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

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

Movin objects mentally

What does life mean without death?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

If it ain't

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

“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”

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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If it ain't

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