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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

10.06.2025 04:48

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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'”

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

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

Why are there so many illegal Haitians in Ohio? They can't walk here. Democrats flew them here to cause chaos and crime in Ohio.

The other one don't understand me,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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“…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”

My parents force me (15yo atheist) to go to church, and there’s this thing called Small Sundays where we discuss the Bible in groups, there are questions asked about the Bible. What am I supposed to do when they ask?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Have you ever had a weird experience immediately following the death of a loved one that made you think there is an afterlife and that the deceased person was communicating with you?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Why do people think Mirko is boring in My Hero Academia?

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

What were some of the unforgettable incidents from your school life?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

What would happen if Kakashi and Naruto switched places?

“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”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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Me and my peeps is all trife

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Why does Filipino culture dictate that parents should be treated as gods?

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I seen it all in my short life

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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”

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Know your enemies

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

What does life mean without death?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

If it ain't

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

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

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Movin objects mentally

Gangbangers that spit slang

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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