What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Have you ever been forced to dress like a girl?

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

What is the best skin care routine product for oily skin?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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“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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Is it true that in 2028 there will be a new AIDS variant that will wipe out all the LBGTQ+ people?

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

As an atheist don't you really feel fear for committing sins which are not violating national laws?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Andrew Tate or Nas Daily, who do you prefer more?

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

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

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

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

“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,

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

Movin objects mentally

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Soldier with the gas-mask

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

I never knew my life mattered”

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I seen it all in my short life

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

If it ain't

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Know your enemies

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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,

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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'”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

Who designed our DNA structure?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Me and my peeps is all trife

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“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”

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

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

“…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”

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

What does life mean without death?

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,