What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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”

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Do airline pilots try to avoid turbulence? How can you tell if your flight has been rerouted due to weather conditions or other factors?

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

“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'”

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

Why is it common for guys to sleep with 10-20 women then marry a good girl?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

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

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I'll see you when I get there,

How were cows used in ancient India?

Me and my peeps is all trife

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“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”

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Three months later we run our own caper,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

If it ain't

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I never knew my life mattered”

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I seen it all in my short life

The other one don't understand me,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

If it ain't

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

“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”

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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Know your enemies

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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