What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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Gangbangers that spit slang

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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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”

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

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

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

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

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

If it ain't

Why did my bipolar girlfriend split up with me?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

No smile is genuine or real,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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Movin objects mentally

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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The other one don't understand me,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

What was your best sex experience that still makes you horny?

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Can someone write me a sex story?

What does life mean without death?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I seen it all in my short life

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

“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”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“…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”

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

I'll see you when I get there,

If it ain't

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

Know your enemies

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

“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”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“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'”

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Me and my peeps is all trife

Three months later we run our own caper,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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