What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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“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”

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

The other one don't understand me,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Quia qui rem laborum itaque vel.

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“…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”

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

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

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Know your enemies

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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Movin objects mentally

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

I never knew my life mattered”

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

If it ain't

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“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”

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

“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'”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

If it ain't

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

“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”

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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