What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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I do it once, I do it twice,

I never knew my life mattered”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

How would you describe modern day Russian society, beyond just politics?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

If it ain't

“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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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

“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”

“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”

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

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

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

“…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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

If it ain't

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“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”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I'll see you when I get there,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Movin objects mentally

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Know your enemies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

What does life mean without death?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

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