What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

The other one don't understand me,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Why would a girl not want you to know she has a crush on you?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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Who designed our DNA structure?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

If Jesus was crucified by Governor Pontius Pilate, why does the Quran deny his death?

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

Know your enemies

I'll see you when I get there,

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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

I seen it all in my short life

What have I done wrong? How can I start over?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Do you have a “no-no” list?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Movin objects mentally

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

“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'”

Soldier with the gas-mask

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“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”

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Mothership alien sorceress

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

If it ain't

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“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”

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

If it ain't

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

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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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”