What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Is Veuve Clicquot Brut a good champagne?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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“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,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

What are the most extreme examples of hypocrisy?

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

How can a hacker damage me, realistically?

Gangbangers that spit slang

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

How much does a doctor earn in Sweden per month?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

What is a fun psychological trick to try on someone?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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Me and my peeps is all trife

The other one don't understand me,

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

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I never knew my life mattered”

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

What is your analysis of Walter White from Breaking Bad?

If it ain't

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

“…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,

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

“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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

“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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

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

Know your enemies

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Movin objects mentally

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

What does life mean without death?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If it ain't

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

“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'”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

“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”