What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

How do I come out as queer to my best friend in a funny and stupid way?

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

How do flat earthers explain the Earth being stationary? Is this concept considered impossible?

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

Movin objects mentally

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

When does a woman know she is cumming?

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Why does my 5-year-old daughter keep repeating the words 'they will come for us, they will find us and touch us'? I'm quite scared.

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Undercover cops in New York are riding the subways with iPods on to entice robbery. Is that a form of entrapment? If not, why not?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I'll see you when I get there,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Gangbangers that spit slang

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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Mothership alien sorceress

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

If it ain't

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

“…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”

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“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'”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Three months later we run our own caper,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

It’s funny how the money make the whole world 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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I seen it all in my short life

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If it ain't

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

“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”

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

“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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Know your enemies

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

What does life mean without death?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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