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What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

11.06.2025 12:19

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

UK civil servants who used AI saved two weeks a year, government study finds - Financial Times

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“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”

The Forgotten History (and Slippery Science) of Canola Oil - Eater

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

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

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

Cal Raleigh’s heroics can’t save Mariners as Orioles complete sweep - The Seattle Times

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

AI Cracks Secret Language of Sticky Proteins Linked to Alzheimer’s - SciTechDaily

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I never knew my life mattered”

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Early visions of Mars: Meet the 19th-century astronomer who used science fiction to imagine the red planet - The Conversation

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Mothership alien sorceress

Not just genes: After 17 years of study, scientist discovers just 1 lifestyle change that could easily ad - Times of India

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

South Korea’s opposition leader Lee wins election as voters punish conservatives after martial law chaos - CNN

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Why do so many autistic adults deal with self-hatred?

Gangbangers that spit slang

I seen it all in my short life

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

What are the most significant instances of romantic jealousy in the Harry Potter series?

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

What is one thing which you cannot stop however hard you try?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

What is Opec+ up to? - Financial Times

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Movin objects mentally

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

NYC summer stargazing seasons kicks off with triangle, meteor showers - Gothamist

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Know your enemies

Three months later we run our own caper,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

If it ain't

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“…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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

“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'”

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

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

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

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“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”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

What does life mean without death?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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”

“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”

If it ain't

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

No smile is genuine or real,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies