What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why is Taylor Swift re-recording her albums?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

What is the most heartbreaking thing your child has told you?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Gangbangers that spit slang

Movin objects mentally

Does a narcissist ever get their comeuppance/karma for the vile things they've done? Such as cheating, smear campaign, etc.

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Know your enemies

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

President Trump kicked Zelensky out of the White House. Is it over for a deal?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Are landlords allowed to make unreasonable requests?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If women see themselves as free, dignified, human beings just as good as men, can Trump hang it up and just lose in a landslide at last? How can men who like and respect women help improve womens' self-esteem?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Three months later we run our own caper,

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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Do you usually wear your panties over or under your pantyhose?

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

What did your sister do to you that you can never forget?

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

If it ain't

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Soldier with the gas-mask

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

“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'”

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

I seen it all in my short life

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

No smile is genuine or real,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If it ain't

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

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“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”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What does life mean without death?

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

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