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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

09.06.2025 00:57

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

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

Why are terrible, boring art pieces done by famous people worth so much while beautiful pieces done by amateurs are worthless?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

If it ain't

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

What is the best way to get my wife to become a hotwife?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“…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”

What is your favourite colour and why?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

If it ain't

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I seen it all in my short life

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

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

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

Movin objects mentally

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

“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”

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

“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”

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

“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”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

What does life mean without death?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

“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”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“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'”

The other one don't understand me,

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

Know your enemies

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Three months later we run our own caper,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Mothership alien sorceress

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Me and my peeps is all trife

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats