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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 18.06.2025 07:01

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

What, when building a house, are the necessary wires (beside 120v) to future proof my house, Cat6, Coax, low voltage, and alarm wires?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

How do you get a girl to like you?

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

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

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

Why is there no evidence of a multiverse theory?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Could the guys here tell me how their first experience with a trans woman was? Who was the lady to you? ( I mean girlfriend, one night stand, etc.) I just had my first experience recently and I would like to know about others?

“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”

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

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

What is your favourite colour and why?

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

No smile is genuine or real,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Can you tell me a depressing story?

If it ain't

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

It’s time to let Iron Galaxy make a brand new Tony Hawk game, and wipe the worst one from history - Video Games Chronicle

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Gen X, millennials are about three times more likely than their parents to be diagnosed with appendix cancer, study finds - CNN

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

The stage is set for Sunday drama at the US Open as Sam Burns leads Adam Scott and J.J. Spaun by one stroke - CNN

“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”

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

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

How do you find out who your handler is as a targeted individual?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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'”

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

How do I express sarcasm in non-dialogue text when writing a fiction novel?

If it ain't

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Why didn't people like the Game of Thrones ending?

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

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Know your enemies

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Movin objects mentally

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

“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”

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“…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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

I seen it all in my short life

Reveal alien tribal culture,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Mothership alien sorceress

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I'll see you when I get there,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

What does life mean without death?

I never knew my life mattered”