What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

“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”

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Why do liberals think same-sex marriage is alright? The Bible makes it very clear that it's not alright to be gay, why can't liberals understand that?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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Me and my peeps is all trife

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Why do nice guys rarely or never win?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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“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”

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Know your enemies

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Why would my ex block me after I blocked him?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

If it ain't

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“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?

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

What does life mean without death?

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“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”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

If it ain't

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Mothership alien sorceress

“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'”

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

The other one don't understand me,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Movin objects mentally

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

“…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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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