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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 26.06.2025 03:12

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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.

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

The other one don't understand me,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Why do men always bring up “the draft” (the last military draft was in 1972) when abortion rights are being discussed? - are they advocating that women ought to owe our bodies to the government? Should anyone owe their body to the state?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Has your mother ever walked in on you at an inappropriate time?

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',

If it ain't

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“…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”

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

If it ain't

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Why has Trump suddenly lost the massive momentum he had after his assassination attempt where everybody thought he had secured the presidency?

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

What does life mean without death?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“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”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Movin objects mentally

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust 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”

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I'll see you when I get there,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

I seen it all in my short life

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Know your enemies

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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'”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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