What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

If it ain't

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Why do men find women with bigger buttocks attractive?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Have you ever had a secret crush on anyone?

I never knew my life mattered”

Three months later we run our own caper,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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“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”

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

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

What caused North Korea to go poor when at first it was rich?

What does life mean without death?

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Why do atheists not love a G-d that does not stop punishing them harder and harder in this world and the next until they surrender to Him?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

What made you feel disgusted today?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

What do you like about McDonald's?

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Know your enemies

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I seen it all in my short life

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

“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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Movin objects mentally

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“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'”

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Soldier with the gas-mask

“…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”

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

If it ain't

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I'll see you when I get there,

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