What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Does eating bread before bed make you fat? If so, why?

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Why am I totally different than others? Why do I have a problem with my basic knowledge about society and reality? Why am I dumb and stupid?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Why don’t people want the American Dream anymore - marriage, kids, a dog, and the white picket fence?

“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'”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Does having the wrong address on my car insurance invalidate my policy?

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

Know your enemies

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Is homosexuality an excommunicable offense in Christianity?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Who designed our DNA structure?

How can you tell if someone is cunning?

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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“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”

“…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”

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Have you ever been physically attacked by a demon?

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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Mothership alien sorceress

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Are LGBT people accepted in Japan?

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

“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”

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I'll see you when I get there,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

If it ain't

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“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”

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

If it ain't

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Movin objects mentally

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The other one don't understand me,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I seen it all in my short life

What does life mean without death?

Soldier with the gas-mask

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,