What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Three months later we run our own caper,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Know your enemies

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

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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If it ain't

“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”

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

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Movin objects mentally

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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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”

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

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

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Can they start feeding only one meal to prisoners on death row or those doing a life sentence? Because only then will it be real punishment. If they want extra food they can work or pay from their own pocket.

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

“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'”

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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”

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Me and my peeps is all trife

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

If it ain't

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The other one don't understand me,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I seen it all in my short life

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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