What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

What should I do if I love a girl and she apparently doesn't love me?

I never knew my life mattered”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

How do I get off Paxil?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Why do some women alter their faces by so-called cosmetic surgeries (on their eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, jaw) that making them look like Donald Duck or puffy aliens, while for most men these unnatural facial changes are ridiculous or even disgusting?

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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'”

“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”

Should Pete Rose's record as the all-time hits leader be recognized and celebrated?

“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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Why do flat earthers exist?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Why do only ugly women like me on Tinder? Is it because I'm an ugly man?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

If an abortion doesn’t affect you, why do people make it a big deal?

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Why do some people believe that Homelander would be no match for Superman or Thor?

Movin objects mentally

Know your enemies

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I do it once, I do it twice,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I seen it all in my short life

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

If it ain't

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

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

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

The other one don't understand me,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

“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”

What does life mean without death?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

If it ain't

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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