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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

Why would a person who is educated and skillful still find it hard to get a better job?

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Who designed our DNA structure?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Do liberals realise that God, who is much more powerful than them, is on the side of Trump?

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

“…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”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

What does life mean without death?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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'”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

Know your enemies

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Movin objects mentally

Me and my peeps is all trife

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

If it ain't

If it ain't

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I'll see you when I get there,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Reveal alien tribal culture,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,