What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Do women like men who have slept with many women?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Do you think the number of sissies is on the rise?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I seen it all in my short life

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

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

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

Why is the covert narcissist actively avoiding me when they see me everyday?

“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”

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Qui omnis et eius rerum et dignissimos vel.

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Do you have any problem dating a younger man?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

The other one don't understand me,

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

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“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”

No smile is genuine or real,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“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”

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Movin objects mentally

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I never knew my life mattered”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

If it ain't

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

If it ain't

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Mothership alien sorceress

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

“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'”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Me and my peeps is all trife

“…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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“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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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Know your enemies

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

What does life mean without death?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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