What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

What is quantum entanglement?

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

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

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

Why can't I lose weight?

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

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

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

Have you been with a stranger yet?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Are Indian girls awesome in bed? Do they taste different than our American girls? Does anyone has experience with both American and Indian girls?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

What are some mind-blowing facts about Michael Jackson?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Movin objects mentally

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

Why would the state lie about the Earth's shape? We know that it's flat, but why do they lie and tell us that it is a sphere?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Do straight guys like to see cocks?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Are narcissists happy people generally?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Know your enemies

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Why do narcissist move on so easily?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

How old is planet Earth? Is it 4.5 billion years old or 6,000 years old?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Who designed our DNA structure?

Can you name a female actress who has had bad timing or luck in her film career?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Mothership alien sorceress

No smile is genuine or real,

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“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,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

“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'”

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

The other one don't understand me,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

What does life mean without death?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“…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”

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

“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”

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

If it ain't

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I'll see you when I get there,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

If it ain't

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

I never knew my life mattered”