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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 21.06.2025 20:55

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Is Computer Science worth 5 years from now? I am interested in learning Python. Should I start studying on my own? Will AI fully replace the coders? Lastly, should I change my career?

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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I never knew my life mattered”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

“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”

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

How does Taylor Swift make sure that she doesn’t show her uterus to her audience and fans?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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The other one don't understand me,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

What was the weakest period in US history in terms of military strength? Was it during World War II or the Vietnam War?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

No smile is genuine or real,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

“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'”

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I'll see you when I get there,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I do it once, I do it twice,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

If it ain't

What does life mean without death?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Know your enemies

“…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”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Me and my peeps is all trife

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Dead astronauts, pyramids

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Movin objects mentally

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Mothership alien sorceress

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Who designed our DNA structure?

“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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

I seen it all in my short life