What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Me and my peeps is all trife

Is it just me, or do we all hate Sasuke from Naruto?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Why does the God of the Bible condemn homosexual acts?

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

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

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

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Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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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”

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Is it possible to revive a dead person in real life with black magic?

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

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

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

Who has experienced what they called a happy accident (bestiality)?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

What are some tips for balancing chores, work, and family life as an adult with children?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Why would calling me an incel help anything? How does that solve anything? Why can’t you actually be helpful and offer productive honest advice?

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

How do atheists explain the fact that when I pray to God, I feel better and I get a feeling of comfort? Doesn’t this prove that a God exists?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I seen it all in my short life

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

If it ain't

What does life mean without death?

No smile is genuine or real,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Movin objects mentally

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Know your enemies

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“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'”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

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

“…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”

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

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

The other one don't understand me,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I never knew my life mattered”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

If it ain't

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I do it once, I do it twice,