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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

10.06.2025 05:31

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Its year 2041, and president Hunter Biden has ordered every republican who sweared at him to be arrested and shot. I am on my way to the death row listening to the cheer of the Liberal mob chanting death death death. How can I escape?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

If it ain't

What are the most common signs that a partner will cheat before it happens?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Why do some men love sucking cocks?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

What topics are okay with you in comics and what topics should be totally off the table?

Me and my peeps is all trife

What does life mean without death?

Movin objects mentally

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Who are your 5 or so favorite Quora people?

I seen it all in my short life

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

The other one don't understand me,

What caused the Democratic Party's 2024 presidential campaign to implode so horrifically?

I never knew my life mattered”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Why do flat-earthers claim the 1967 photo of Earth from space was made with CGI, even though CGI didn't exist back then?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

What should I do to get over a relationship?

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

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

“…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”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

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

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

“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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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'”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Know your enemies

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

If it ain't

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Gangbangers that spit slang

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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