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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

12.06.2025 11:18

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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I never knew my life mattered”

Mothership alien sorceress

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

If a narcissist can't feel remorse, can they ever feel regret for an evil act after going to rehab?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

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

“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”

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

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

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

What are some life hacks for living on your own?

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“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'”

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Me and my peeps is all trife

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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Dead astronauts, pyramids

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Are you afraid to get married and why?

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

“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”

Movin objects mentally

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

“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”

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

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

If it ain't

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

If it ain't

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

“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 sister's cute but she got no gear,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Know your enemies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

I seen it all in my short life

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

What does life mean without death?

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Laser weapons and ecstasy

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“…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”

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Three months later we run our own caper,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',