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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

11.06.2025 07:03

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Is it wrong that I picked to be a Christian (as a teenager/14-year-old) even with knowing all of the information about other religions/atheism?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

How can I stop overthinking and take action more quickly?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I seen it all in my short life

Matching dinosaur footprints found on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean, answering a very old question - Earth.com

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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Know your enemies

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

What are some reasons why men may not want to date a woman who can pay her own bills?

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

If it ain't

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

What is Opec+ up to? - Financial Times

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Why does a lot of the YouTube community support the MGTOW movement?

I'll see you when I get there,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

If it ain't

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

No smile is genuine or real,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

What does life mean without death?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Me and my peeps is all trife

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

“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”

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

“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”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Movin objects mentally

“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'”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

The other one don't understand me,

“…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”

Mothership alien sorceress

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

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