What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

The Roman Empire at the time of Christ kept meticulous records. Why then, is there no record of the trial of Jesus?

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

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

How does it feel to watch your wife get fucked hard?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Recently, I cleared my JP Morgan coding round. Next, I received mail for a video interview. What kind of questions are asked in this round? How do I prepare myself?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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I seen it all in my short life

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

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

What are some of your shocking stories?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

If it ain't

Mothership alien sorceress

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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'”

What does life mean without death?

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

The other one don't understand me,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Know your enemies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“…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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Movin objects mentally

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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'll see you when I get there,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

If it ain't

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

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

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

“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”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Three months later we run our own caper,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

No smile is genuine or real,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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