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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

11.06.2025 11:17

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Mysterious sphere named Teleios found floating in the Milky Way - Earth.com

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

How can one select funeral songs that truly celebrate the essence of a loved one’s life while providing comfort to attendees?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Can I study a master’s in travel and tourism in Sweden within a budget of 5 lakhs INR?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Movin objects mentally

I do it once, I do it twice,

‘We’re right at the epicenter’ - Meduza

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Gaza-bound aid boat with Greta Thunberg on board arrives in Israel after its seizure - PBS

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

The fate of the EV tax credits depends on the GOP’s megabill - NPR

Soldier with the gas-mask

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

When gallery photos are deleted at the same time, why are Google photos also deleted?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

China’s asteroid-and-comet hunter probe unfurls a ‘solar wing’ - theregister.com

Me and my peeps is all trife

Who designed our DNA structure?

“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”

Trump asks Congress to pull $9.4 billion in funding for NPR, PBS and foreign aid - Axios

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Do you anal play alone?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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'”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

“…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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If it ain't

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

What does life mean without death?

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

The other one don't understand me,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Know your enemies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Three months later we run our own caper,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

“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”

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,