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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

13.06.2025 14:56

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

What is the most heartbreaking thing your child has told you?

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Why did Kakashi use Chidori against Rin, despite knowing about her feelings for Obito?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Am I the unique Gen Z if I dislike TikTok and prefer the 2000s technology trends like retro consoles, CRTs, and CD/DVDs?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Why do some men want to remain single despite the fact that many women want to have a romantic relationship with them?

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Why do so many guys love anime girls?

I never knew my life mattered”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

If you were a writer for HBO, how would you rewrite the final season of Game of Thrones?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

What are the best examples of reverse psychology?

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why am I sweating so much when I try to do anything?

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Why should the law care about what I do behind closed doors?

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Why do people who aren't trans feel the need to put pronouns next to their name or picture? It seems so cringeworthy to me, to participate in that SJW paradigm of thought, like they are a spineless person who just goes along with the trends.

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

If it ain't

“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”

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

“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”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Movin objects mentally

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Soldier with the gas-mask

I do it once, I do it twice,

“…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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Three months later we run our own caper,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

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

“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'”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Mothership alien sorceress

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If it ain't

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

“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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I'll see you when I get there,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

What does life mean without death?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

Know your enemies

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose