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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

09.06.2025 20:40

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Know your enemies

I never knew my life mattered”

Who designed our DNA structure?

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Mothership alien sorceress

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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”

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If it ain't

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

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

Have you ever been forced to dress like a girl?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why can’t the British eat or drink anything unless they place a table cloth on the table first?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

“…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”

Why do some guys treat girls so badly?

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

What are some ballbusting stories?

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

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

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

Why do Democrats look like snowflakes and Republicans look like Vikings?

“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”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“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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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Was Michael Jackson really an innocent person?

I seen it all in my short life

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

If it ain't

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Movin objects mentally

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I'll see you when I get there,

I do it once, I do it twice,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

What does life mean without death?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Dead astronauts, pyramids

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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