What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

“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”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

We white women don't like white men. Do you have any issue with that?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

How did my ex move on very fast?

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why can't white people just surrender their white privilege?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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Soldier with the gas-mask

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

How do professional musicians handle their equipment during gigs? Do they bring their own or use the venue's sound system?

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

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

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

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No smile is genuine or real,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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Gangbangers that spit slang

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Has any man licked his wife's vagina while another man had sex with her?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“…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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I do it once, I do it twice,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

If it ain't

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

If it ain't

What does life mean without death?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I seen it all in my short life

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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'”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

It’s funny how the money make the whole world 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”

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

The other one don't understand me,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Movin objects mentally

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Know your enemies

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I never knew my life mattered”

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

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',