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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 27.06.2025 00:58

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

I'll see you when I get there,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

What makes you different?

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

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

“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'”

——K-Pop Songs that got boring really quickly

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Soldier with the gas-mask

I seen it all in my short life

I broke up with my boyfriend because he wasn’t transparent about his past, it hurts me and he doesn’t care. I told him in the beginning of our relationship that it was a deal breaker for me what do I do?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Is it possible for computers to eventually eliminate the need for programming? If so, what would happen to programmers?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Important scientific finding confirms ancient biblical events - The Brighter Side of News

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Is there an ideal number of sessions in individual psychotherapy? Is there any point in continuing after reaching it?

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What are some alternatives to noise canceling headphones for sleeping on airplanes and in noisy environments?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Power Rankings: RBC Canadian Open - PGA Tour

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Can you share a picture of your favorite outfit and explain why you love it?

Mothership alien sorceress

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Kquorans, can you please write a story?

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Know your enemies

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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”

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I never knew my life mattered”

The other one don't understand me,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

If it ain't

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“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”

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

If it ain't

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“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”

“…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”

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

Movin objects mentally

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you