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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

09.06.2025 11:15

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“…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”

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

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

“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”

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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“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”

Mothership alien sorceress

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

If it ain't

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I never knew my life mattered”

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

“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'”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

If it ain't

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

Know your enemies

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Movin objects mentally

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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