What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“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'”

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

“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”

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Mothership alien sorceress

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

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Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Three months later we run our own caper,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

What does life mean without death?

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

How do you view men and women who cheat?

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Who designed our DNA structure?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

No smile is genuine or real,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

“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”

“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”

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Know your enemies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“…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”

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Me and my peeps is all trife

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Movin objects mentally

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

If it ain't

The other one don't understand me,

If it ain't

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

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

“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”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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