What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Why don't I want to talk to my girlfriend when she loves me a lot? I feel bored.

“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”

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Why do wokes use words like "homophobes" when they don't know what that means? Do they realize that no one is afraid of them?

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

How can a hacker damage me, realistically?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

What is the cost of implementing synchronized traffic lights in a mid-sized city?

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

What does life mean without death?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What are tips for weight loss?

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

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

“…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”

Have you ever witnessed political correctness harm someone?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Who is the most trusted person in your life, and do they have the same trust on you?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Is it wrong of me to feel uncomfortable that my friend thinks my brother is hot?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Should I have left it alone and kept quiet? I came out as gay to my adult kids last week. Age 61 married 15 years, divorced for 20. I feel so guilty for ruining their lives by living a lie.

The other one don't understand me,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Know your enemies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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”

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

“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'”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Movin objects mentally

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

“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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

“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”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

If it ain't

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Me and my peeps is all trife

If it ain't