What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

No smile is genuine or real,

Isn't it a turn on to have sex with a girl in a skirt or in a tight spandex?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

What do people aim for when they meditate, and how do they do it properly?

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

“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”

Do you think the constitution and laws should be taught in school?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

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

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

How do you go about getting invited to an orgy?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What makes females believe or think abortions are part of a woman’s rights?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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 do men like low maintenance women?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

The other one don't understand me,

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Me and my peeps is all trife

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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“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'”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I'll see you when I get there,

“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”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Movin objects mentally

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Know your enemies

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Mothership alien sorceress

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I do it once, I do it twice,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

What does life mean without death?

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

If it ain't

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground 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”

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

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Who designed our DNA structure?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

“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”

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

If it ain't

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“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”

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries