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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

16.06.2025 00:32

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Have anyone had an relationship of any kind with a spirit or demon, such as a succubus? If so, how was it?

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Why did Lord Shiva lust after Mohini - how can he be the supreme and worthy of devotion if he did such a thing?

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

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

Which is the most liked web series in India?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Who believes that Speaker Mike Johnson will certify ‘a free and fair and legal election'? Who believes that Speaker Mike Johnson will NOT certify ‘a free and fair and legal election'? Why?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Can you fly an American flag in the UK in your own private property there? What is the UK’s government stance on that? And if yes, do you also have to fly the UK flag or the American flag can fly solo?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why is it that women are stronger than men nowadays?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Were the 1980s as uptight and prudish as movies and TV shows make them out to be? When I think of 80s culture, I think about a very "icky" judgmental yuppie status quo time period.

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

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

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

What is the worst emotional pain you ever felt as an adult?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

What does life mean without death?

Movin objects mentally

What if Supergirl was a baby and not a teenager when she left Krypton? Who do you think will find her? What do you think things would be like?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Soldier with the gas-mask

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Know your enemies

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

“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'”

“…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”

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

If it ain't

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

I seen it all in my short life

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

If it ain't

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

No smile is genuine or real,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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