What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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“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'”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Were you ever in love with your teacher?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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”

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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

I seen it all in my short life

What was the hottest inappropriate sex you ever had?

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

If it ain't

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

Know your enemies

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

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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Is it okay for me to wear girls’ underwear?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Movin objects mentally

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

If it ain't

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

“…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”

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“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”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Three months later we run our own caper,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I never knew my life mattered”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Mothership alien sorceress

Gangbangers that spit slang

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

“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”