What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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,

Are landlords allowed to make unreasonable requests?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

If it ain't

Me and my peeps is all trife

Why is it easy to make money in the USA?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Why is the mainstream media, traditionally liberal except for Fox, not reporting on Trump like he's a traditional candidate who has ideas, values, and a concern for the common good?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Can you fly an American flag in the UK in your own private property there? What is the UK’s government stance on that? And if yes, do you also have to fly the UK flag or the American flag can fly solo?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

How do you deal with neighbors who are always telling you what to do?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Should I believe JD Vance's claim that Tim Walz lied about needing medical intervention to get pregnant?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Is it safe to say that China is at least 30 years ahead of India?

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Why did it take seven days for troops with helicopters, equipment, supplies, food, and water to be dispatched to southeast storm zones?

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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 seen it all in my short life

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

No smile is genuine or real,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“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'”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

“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 do it once, I do it twice,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

If it ain't

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

What does life mean without death?

The other one don't understand me,

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

Know your enemies

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I'll see you when I get there,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

“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”

Movin objects mentally

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Soldier with the gas-mask