What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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

“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”

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“…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”

“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”

Who's your celebrity crush?

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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I do it once, I do it twice,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why do entitled people demand that I pick up after my doggo when he goes to the bathroom? Do they not know that doggy doo decomposes & feeds the plants?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Movin objects mentally

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Mothership alien sorceress

“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”

I never knew my life mattered”

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Know your enemies

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I seen it all in my short life

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

If it ain't

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

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

“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What does life mean without death?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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,

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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'”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

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

If it ain't

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

The other one don't understand me,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I'll see you when I get there,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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