What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Soldier with the gas-mask

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Who is the greatest light welterweight boxer of all time?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Why are the bands Smashmouth and Nickelback often used as punchlines?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Is the Democrat party connected with organized crime in America?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Movin objects mentally

How do Greeks identify themselves in terms of civilization? Do they feel more connected to Western or Middle Eastern civilization and why?

What does life mean without death?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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'”

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

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

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

Do snipers lay on top of tank turrets during combat?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

What are 10 interesting facts about you?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

If it ain't

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

Why do so many autistic adults deal with self-hatred?

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

What is the most memorable thing that happened in your college days?

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I never knew my life mattered”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Know your enemies

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Who designed our DNA structure?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

If it ain't

“…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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

I seen it all in my short life

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

The other one don't understand me,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“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?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I'll see you when I get there,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

“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”

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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

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