What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Why do I want to suck cock tonight?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Why are people with borderline personality disorder so capable of ripping someone apart with their words?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

How did the Nazis figure out whether a person or community is 'Aryan' or not?

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

How is Sola Scriptura incoherent?

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why is my coworker suddenly being so mean towards then being nice like nothing happened? She is nice with everyone but me.

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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Who designed our DNA structure?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Why is the covert narcissist actively avoiding me when they see me everyday?

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

“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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

How do you handle your mother-in-law after you heard her talking badly about you in the next room?

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

What does life mean without death?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“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'”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

“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”

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Movin objects mentally

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Know your enemies

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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