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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 27.06.2025 06:17

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I'll see you when I get there,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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Gangbangers that spit slang

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Mothership alien sorceress

“…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”

Quia qui rem laborum itaque vel.

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Know your enemies

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I never knew my life mattered”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“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'”

“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”

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Movin objects mentally

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

“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”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

“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”

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

The other one don't understand me,

If it ain't

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Soldier with the gas-mask

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

If it ain't

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

What does life mean without death?

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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