What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

If you caught a shoplifter at your yard sale, how would you handle it?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

Why would a person always be so tired?

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

If it ain't

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

How do you emotionally react to when others seem to feel sorry for you?

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

If it ain't

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Why do creationists ask for proof of evolution and then ignore the answers?

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Know your enemies

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My girlfriend told me that she wants to move in with me. I have my own apartment and I like my peace and quiet, but I also love her. We've been together for a year now. What should I do?

No smile is genuine or real,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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“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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Can BRICS defeat the US economically?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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Me and my peeps is all trife

Movin objects mentally

Soldier with the gas-mask

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I seen it all in my short life

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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“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”

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

“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'”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Three months later we run our own caper,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

“…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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

The other one don't understand me,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“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”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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