What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

What is one fantasy you have never told anyone about but really want to do?

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Why do some mothers hate their daughters especially when they're the eldest?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I'll see you when I get there,

How can I handle my distrust and jealousy for my partner?

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

If it ain't

I never knew my life mattered”

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Is a housing crisis looming in China?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Molestiae omnis voluptatem sed assumenda et.

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“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”

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

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“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'”

If it ain't

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Know your enemies

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Mothership alien sorceress

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

What does life mean without death?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Soldier with the gas-mask

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I seen it all in my short life

Gangbangers that spit slang

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

“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”

“…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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Movin objects mentally

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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