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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 21.06.2025 08:09

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I do it once, I do it twice,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Why do most men who date ugly women brag like it's some big accomplishment, when any guy can pull an ugly woman?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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If it ain't

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Do you ever feel like you are doing good, but would do better if people hadn’t blamed you or even bothered you? I have gotten lonely, but I always am up to something (creating my destiny).

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

What does life mean without death?

Should I have left it alone and kept quiet? I came out as gay to my adult kids last week. Age 61 married 15 years, divorced for 20. I feel so guilty for ruining their lives by living a lie.

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Movin objects mentally

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

What if Supergirl was a baby and not a teenager when she left Krypton? Who do you think will find her? What do you think things would be like?

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

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

Adipisci omnis dolor vitae nulla explicabo tenetur.

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

No smile is genuine or real,

Can you name an example of bad parenting?

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

What is GPT-4?

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Know your enemies

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“…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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Me and my peeps is all trife

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

If it ain't

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

I seen it all in my short life

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

The other one don't understand me,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

I'll see you when I get there,

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

“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”

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

“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”

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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”

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,