What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Why do some people dislike Gilmore girls?

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

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

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

Does a person with schizophrenia hear voices?

What does life mean without death?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I seen it all in my short life

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

How do you know how physically attractive you actually are?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Movin objects mentally

Why are so many Communist Chinese on Quora despite it being illegal for Chinese citizens to use Quora?

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Would you let your partner cheat on you every now and again?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

“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'”

Why does everyone hate Anthony Joshua so much? I get that he isn’t the best heavyweight boxer ever but people claim he’s a no skill fighter but he has an Olympic gold medal, a world championship, and beat Klitschko, a dominant force in boxing

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

It seems that I am cursed with bad luck. How do I break such a curse?

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

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

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

What baseball stories from the early days of the sport seem too bizarre to be true?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Why do subpar women think that they are nines and tens?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Why cant I add weight to my lifts even though im completing my sets? Every time I try to add more weight I cant even complete one rep.

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Know your enemies

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“…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”

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

No smile is genuine or real,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

If it ain't

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I never knew my life mattered”

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“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”

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

If it ain't

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',