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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

15.06.2025 18:53

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

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

What, when building a house, are the necessary wires (beside 120v) to future proof my house, Cat6, Coax, low voltage, and alarm wires?

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

“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”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Why am I so tired of seeing homeless people all over the place?

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Why am I so unproductive when it's a holiday the next day?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Can I fix a fridge leak myself, or should I call a pro?

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Why are Trump supporters so incredibly stupid?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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Movin objects mentally

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Why can't hot girls date ugly guys? I am ugly but I want an attractive girlfriend

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

What are the major security challenges facing India, both domestically and internationally, and how does the government address them?

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

So who has worn a cock cage. One of my guy FWBs put one on me last Sunday and left with the keys? I was very nervous at first but have calmed down. Told me he'll unlock it tomorrow.. Let me know.

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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'”

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Know your enemies

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I'll see you when I get there,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I never knew my life mattered”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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”

If it ain't

“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”

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

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Gangbangers that spit slang

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

What does life mean without death?

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

If it ain't

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

The other one don't understand me,

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

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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Mothership alien sorceress

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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