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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 26.06.2025 10:50

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

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

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

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Who's your celebrity crush?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“…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”

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Who designed our DNA structure?

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Three months later we run our own caper,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Why am I totally different than others? Why do I have a problem with my basic knowledge about society and reality? Why am I dumb and stupid?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“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”

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

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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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I'll see you when I get there,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

“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”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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,

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

Know your enemies

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

What does life mean without death?

If it ain't

If it ain't

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Movin objects mentally

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

“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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