What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

“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'”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why do entitled people demand that I pick up after my doggo when he goes to the bathroom? Do they not know that doggy doo decomposes & feeds the plants?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Do you think there will ever be a movie that features a line such as “You graduated at the top of your class in liberal arts, we need your help”?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Why do narcissists keep calling on the phone after years of separation?

Three months later we run our own caper,

I'll see you when I get there,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Which branch of engineering is better: ECE or Civil?

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Is it right to visit any shrine or tomb in Islam?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

What's it like to have an IQ of 140 to 170? Do people notice you're different?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What does it mean to you to live a life that reflects biblical values?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

How do I overcome attachment issues?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

What do you think hell is like?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

Why do I (45, male) feel like I'm crushing on a girl (19, female)?

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

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

If it ain't

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Know your enemies

Soldier with the gas-mask

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

If it ain't

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

The other one don't understand me,

“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”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Laser weapons and ecstasy

What does life mean without death?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Movin objects mentally

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Mothership alien sorceress

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“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”

“…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”

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