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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 20.06.2025 08:07

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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”

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

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

What was your most embarrassing and humiliating bare bottom spanking?

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

“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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Spigen just released the Apple Watch charger stand I’ve always wanted - 9to5Mac

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Do you think the constitution and laws should be taught in school?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

What would you change in Rings of Power?

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Which race of women are the hottest?

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

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

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

The odd effects a year in space has on the bodies of astronauts - supercarblondie.com

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Apollo astronauts discovered the moon is covered in tiny orange glass beads. Now we finally know why. - Live Science

If it ain't

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Is anyone up to have a little conversation?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Why do some people never get to on a date even though they wanted to? Are they just too ugly and weird for everybody?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

How likely is it to make a living out of being a window cleaner in a Nordic country?

What does life mean without death?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Soldier with the gas-mask

What are your funniest "lost in translation" moments if you grew up speaking more than one language?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

What is the STAR interview method?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Is the Donald Trump Bible any different from a regular Bible? Has Trump altered its contents?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Why do most Indian women cuckold or cheat on their husbands?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“…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”

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Movin objects mentally

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

“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'”

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

If it ain't

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Gangbangers that spit slang

I do it once, I do it twice,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Know your enemies

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

“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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I never knew my life mattered”