What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Why does it itch on my vulva, uterus, and sides of my vagina, but it doesn't itch inside the vagina?

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Can they start feeding only one meal to prisoners on death row or those doing a life sentence? Because only then will it be real punishment. If they want extra food they can work or pay from their own pocket.

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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I'll see you when I get there,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

What are some funny stories of people calling 911 for non-emergencies?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

What would be the lowest score with 9 strikes and no gutter balls?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

How does red light therapy affect eyes?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I never knew my life mattered”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Know your enemies

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What does life mean without death?

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

“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”

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

Movin objects mentally

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

“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 do it once, I do it twice,

If it ain't

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

“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”

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“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'”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“…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”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If it ain't

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Laser weapons and ecstasy

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,