What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

I can not sleep. what is the problem?

Gangbangers that spit slang

What does life mean without death?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Are there girls here who like group sex?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Why do I get stressed when I go to bed?

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My wife has a bunch of really attractive friends, and she expects me to never say anything to her about how beautiful they are. Does this seem fair? I love my wife, and just commenting shouldn’t hurt anything, right?

I'll see you when I get there,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

How did China invent gunpowder but it was the European nations that went out and “conquered the world using firearms”?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

TSA warns passengers to avoid this popular airport convenience - TheStreet

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Atheists who have read the Bible and think that contains immoral things, why do you assume that?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

How did you cope when someone you love, dealing with hyper-independence and trauma, felt they needed space to heal alone? Were you able to support them without overstepping, and did you eventually reconnect? How did that journey unfold?

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Which is a better option, a love marriage or an arranged marriage in India?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

Why is Jack Smith arguing that presidents should not have full immunities as Trump is requesting?

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Do opposites attract? How often do you see weird couples like a guy/girl dating someone who is boring with no sense of humor ?

If it ain't

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

“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,

“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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“…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”

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Movin objects mentally

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“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”

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

If it ain't

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I do it once, I do it twice,

Know your enemies

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Me and my peeps is all trife

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“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”