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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

10.06.2025 23:49

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“…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”

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Is it true that schizophrenia can sometimes be a demonic attack or black magic?

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

What kind of person makes you think "how come there are people like that"?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

What do you think of the Black history lessons in the PBS documentary about jazz pianist-singer Hazel Scott?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

The other one don't understand me,

I'll see you when I get there,

What's your review of "The Queen Who Ever Was," Episode 8 of Season 2 of 'House of the Dragon' (spoilers)?

Soldier with the gas-mask

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Capivasertib given to breast cancer patients in Wales for first time - BBC

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?

“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'”

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Massive 'super-Earth' discovered in the habitable zone of its star, possibly supporting life - Earth.com

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Over 60? Forget walking and swimming — this simple exercise builds strength and balance - Tom's Guide

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

500-Million-Year-Old Mystery Fossil Rewrites Early Animal Evolution - SciTechDaily

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

If it ain't

Who designed our DNA structure?

How will the article end in Part III of Gleissner's hit piece?

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Movin objects mentally

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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?”

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Know your enemies

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I never knew my life mattered”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Mothership alien sorceress

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Gangbangers that spit slang

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

If it ain't

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I seen it all in my short life