What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“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'”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

How do I get over a long-term relationship breakup?

Who designed our DNA structure?

“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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Do you even realise that NASA could've hid or bury every single piece of evidence for a flat-earth and exaggerate their evidence? Have you ever question materialist scientific narratives?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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”

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

I'll see you when I get there,

What are some reasons why some men choose to live alone instead of getting married?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Movin objects mentally

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“…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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

This is a real question: Why do a lot of men/boys hate (yes, hate) women that voice their criteria in choosing a partner? Even when the criteria is sane and responsible. Besides it being, sadly, an effective mating strategy, why does it exist?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I have the power to talk to aliens through using telepathy. Why do people think I'm crazy?

Me and my peeps is all trife

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Why do we let ugly men exist?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I seen it all in my short life

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Know your enemies

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

“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”

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

If it ain't

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

What does life mean without death?

Mothership alien sorceress

Until we realized how to get the real money;

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

“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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The other one don't understand me,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I do it once, I do it twice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

If it ain't

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

No smile is genuine or real,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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