What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

What have I done wrong? How can I start over?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

No smile is genuine or real,

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

If gays can get married, why can't I marry my dog or a cheeseburger?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Are there any penalties for bestiality in the USA and laws prohibiting it?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

“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”

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

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

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

What is your favourite summer outfit? Why?

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

If it ain't

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

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I never knew my life mattered”

Know your enemies

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Mothership alien sorceress

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

If it ain't

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Soldier with the gas-mask

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I seen it all in my short life

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I'll see you when I get there,

“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”

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Movin objects mentally

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

“…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”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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'”

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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