What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

What was it like being spanked as a kid?

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

I seen it all in my short life

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“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'”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Movin objects mentally

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why am I so jealous towards couples? Why am I tired of being single and feel my life is over?

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

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

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

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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“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,

How good is KIIT school of management at Bhubaneswar?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

How do you help patients stop hearing voices?

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Who designed our DNA structure?

Why is Taylor Swift re-recording her albums?

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

What does life mean without death?

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I never knew my life mattered”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

The other one don't understand me,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

If it ain't

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Know your enemies

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“…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”

Mothership alien sorceress

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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 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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

If it ain't

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I'll see you when I get there,