What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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Movin objects mentally

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

How can I stop overthinking and take action more quickly?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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“…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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Why do some men want to have anal sex with women?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

What is the best way to get revenge on people who hurt you?

If it ain't

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“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'”

Me and my peeps is all trife

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“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”

What does life mean without death?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Know your enemies

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

“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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

“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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

If it ain't

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,