What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Why is the world male-dominated?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

What do flat earthers think about Antarctica?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Is the Trump-Zelenskyy meeting a preview of what the US is going to do to Taiwan?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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What does life mean without death?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why would a spouse cheat if the marriage is good?

Me and my peeps is all trife

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

If it ain't

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I seen it all in my short life

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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Mothership alien sorceress

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Soldier with the gas-mask

I never knew my life mattered”

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I'll see you when I get there,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Movin objects mentally

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

“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”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Know your enemies

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

If it ain't

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“…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”

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

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',