What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

Do most men prefer curvy women or skinny women?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

How conservative the Japanese people really is? And the government?

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

What does life mean without death?

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

I'll see you when I get there,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

The other one don't understand me,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

“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'”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“…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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Mothership alien sorceress

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Movin objects mentally

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

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

“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”

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

If it ain't

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

If it ain't

Know your enemies

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Me and my peeps is all trife

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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