What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“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”

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

What does life mean without death?

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Why do many men like women's breasts?

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

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

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

How do you take your erotic photos and how do you choose the poses?

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

What is every dictators biggest fear?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Why do I keep dreaming of my mom, who recently passed away from cancer, still being sick and in pain?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

If it ain't

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

I seen it all in my short life

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Until we realized how to get the real money;

No smile is genuine or real,

“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'”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

“…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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“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”

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

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

Know your enemies

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Movin objects mentally

I never knew my life mattered”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

The other one don't understand me,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,