What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

What does life mean without death?

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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I never knew my life mattered”

If it ain't

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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“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”

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Why did my crush like me for only two days in a row?

If it ain't

Movin objects mentally

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“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”

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

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

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

“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'”

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“…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”

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

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

Know your enemies

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats