What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

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

Why did Donald Trump and Melania Trump sleep in different rooms?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Why is going on a date today so much different than it was when I was young?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

My boyfriend always verbally abuse me and makes me cry. If I try to tell him how hurt I was, he says to me he loves me and can't hurt me but always abuse me. Why?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Mothership alien sorceress

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Is a narcissist capable of understanding the damage and the hurt that they have caused in your relationship?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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I never knew my life mattered”

“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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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”

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

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Why do North Indians, living in Bangalore, not bother to learn Kannada?

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Can the effects of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) be reversed?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Three months later we run our own caper,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why am I so unproductive when it's a holiday the next day?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

What does life mean without death?

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Know your enemies

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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'”

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

If it ain't

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“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”

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

If it ain't

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

The other one don't understand me,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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