What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Mothership alien sorceress

In what ways is Bollywood becoming westernized?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

How can a small local business with no marketing budget use social media to attract more customers?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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I seen it all in my short life

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

If it ain't

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I never knew my life mattered”

Who designed our DNA structure?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

“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”

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

“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”

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

What does life mean without death?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

The other one don't understand me,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“…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”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

If it ain't

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Know your enemies

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Movin objects mentally

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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