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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 21.06.2025 00:08

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

How do I build muscle easily with isometrics?

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

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

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

Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Is there such a thing as "left wing fascism"? If not, what is an example of a political ideology that is often mistakenly labeled as "left wing fascism"?

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Why are the people who don't support the LGBT community treated like super evil and cruel beings? People can have different opinions and thoughts on things.

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Is it okay if I am not interested to talk to any of my relatives as I saw the real faces in my brother's marriage as none of them helped us rather were a kind of disappointment and were talking bad?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Why do people stop working towards achieving their dreams?

I do it once, I do it twice,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

How much stronger is an average man than an average woman?

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

What is it that gives a man who is a submissive cock sucker his most pleasure?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Why do so many 18 to 29-year-old men struggle in dating?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Mothership alien sorceress

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

If it ain't

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Know your enemies

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

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

“…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”

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

“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'”

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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”

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

“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”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

If it ain't

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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 seen it all in my short life

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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”

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

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

No smile is genuine or real,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Movin objects mentally

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Until we realized how to get the real money;