What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Know your enemies

What is the most craziest dream you ever had?

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Why do some of those who believe in a god refuse to consider the possibility they could be wrong?

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why does my narcissistic ex told me that he f*cked and sleep with other woman and then at the end says that it also happened because of me?

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Three months later we run our own caper,

“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”

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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

If it ain't

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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

In my experience, British people are fat, ugly and arrogant. Why is it and can it be changed?

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Mothership alien sorceress

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Soldier with the gas-mask

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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”

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Movin objects mentally

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

What does life mean without death?

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

If it ain't

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I seen it all in my short life

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I never knew my life mattered”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“…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”

“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

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