What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“…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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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'”

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Three months later we run our own caper,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Which city should one visit between Nice and Cannes? Why?

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

If everyone hates censorship so much, why do those “censorship-free” alternative social media sites always fail?

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Why, after a divorce, would one still want to ruin the other one’s life?

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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What’s the saddest thing you’ve seen at your job?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Why do men like BBW? What is the attraction?

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

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

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

What do feminists mean when they say they want to ‘normalize’ menstruation and its discussion?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Atheists, there is a god up there in heaven and he loves you so much that he sent his son to die the worst death imaginable and then to turn into a zombie all to save you from sin. Why do you reject him?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

What was the worst spanking you got growing up?

What does life mean without death?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

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

Movin objects mentally

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Know your enemies

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

“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”

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

If it ain't

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

If it ain't

I seen it all in my short life

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

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

I never knew my life mattered”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Mothership alien sorceress

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

“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”

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