What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

Mothership alien sorceress

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why is Donald Trump criticized by so many people?

“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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

The other one don't understand me,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

“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”

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

What does life mean without death?

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

If it ain't

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

“…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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

If it ain't

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“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'”

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

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I seen it all in my short life

Movin objects mentally

Know your enemies

I never knew my life mattered”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

“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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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