What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

What does life mean without death?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

When you visit a store, do you go to shop or buy?

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Mothership alien sorceress

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I seen it all in my short life

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

How come Taiwan is LGBT friendly, yet Japan and South Korea are not?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

What is a partner in crime?

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

“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”

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

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“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”

Two of my family members have recently converted to Islam and have brought shame on my family. How do I get them back into the fold of Hinduism?

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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'”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

The other one don't understand me,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

“…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”

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

Movin objects mentally

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Know your enemies

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

No smile is genuine or real,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

If it ain't

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

“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”

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

If it ain't