What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

I see ugly guys dating gorgeous, "hot" women all the time. I, too, am not very attractive but I'm not doing well with the ladies. What's their secret?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The other one don't understand me,

Why are we explaining today’s “climate change” as driven by human related “green house” gasses when natural “global warming” pushed sea level up to the “shores” of Topeka with no human contribution or even presence? Is Occam’s Rasor applied?

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

What blowjob techniques do you use for your man to cum inside your mouth?

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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“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”

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

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

My boss called me on a Saturday to let me know he that due to financial reasons, I was no longer needed effective immediatley. 3 days later, he sends me a text asking about work issues. How do I respond?

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

What kinds of books should a 19 years old girl read?

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

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

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

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“…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”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Know your enemies

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

If it ain't

“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 do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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'”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

If it ain't

Gangbangers that spit slang

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Mothership alien sorceress

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Movin objects mentally

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