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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 25.06.2025 12:15

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Soldier with the gas-mask

I seen it all in my short life

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

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Why does the God of the Bible condemn homosexual acts?

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Know your enemies

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I'll see you when I get there,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Which is the best protein water in India for muscle gain?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Is marijuana bad for you?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Why do Christians think voting for Trump is any better than voting for Kamala Harris?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

If it ain't

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Movin objects mentally

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I never knew my life mattered”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

No smile is genuine or real,

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”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

“…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”

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

What does life mean without death?

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

“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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

If it ain't

“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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“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'”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”