What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

Has your wife or girlfriend ever been felt up in public by a stranger?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Even Captain James T. Kirk was trapped in a woman's body. Don't you think he'd support trans people?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

My girlfriend lied and said she never gave oral until me. She was very skilled. I’m upset with her lying. Do I dump her?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“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'”

What does life mean without death?

I’m running away I live in Indiana what states near by are safe I’m 12 no comments?

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

Movin objects mentally

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

If it ain't

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

I'll see you when I get there,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

I never knew my life mattered”

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

“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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“…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',

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

I seen it all in my short life

The other one don't understand me,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Know your enemies

No smile is genuine or real,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

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

“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”

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

If it ain't

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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