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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

12.06.2025 00:00

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

How would you feel if your girlfriend had dick pics on her phone?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Why are Americans obese? Is it the food or is it the psychology?

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

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

If it ain't

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

“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”

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I was awaken between 2-3am by a voice that said “Hey”. Literally right next to my ear. Sounded like a males voice, but it wasn’t stern or deep. What could this mean?

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“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”

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I'll see you when I get there,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

What can melt your heart?

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Why doesn't California have the tools, people, means to put out these fires even though they know there will be fires every year?

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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If it ain't

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

I vibrated my dogs shock collar while it was eating my other dog’s food and now it won’t eat. How do I fix this problem?

“…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”

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“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'”

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

No smile is genuine or real,

What does life mean without death?

Movin objects mentally

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Gangbangers that spit slang

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Mothership alien sorceress

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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”

I do it once, I do it twice,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

The other one don't understand me,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I seen it all in my short life

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Know your enemies

Soldier with the gas-mask

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