What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

If there is an abandoned house with no owner, can I live in it?

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Why is Reddit blocked by the Indonesian government?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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No smile is genuine or real,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Mothership alien sorceress

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Movin objects mentally

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

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

“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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

If it ain't

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

“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,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Know your enemies

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

What does life mean without death?

Soldier with the gas-mask

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Who designed our DNA structure?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

“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”

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“…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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

If it ain't

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I seen it all in my short life

“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 never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

“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'”