What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Know your enemies

The other one don't understand me,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“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”

Why is it easy to make money in the USA?

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

What is the irony of life according to you?

If it ain't

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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Movin objects mentally

“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'”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Trump is going to target known criminals in the country illegally for deportation. The Democrats have vowed to fight him every step of the way. Don't they understand this is one of the issues that cost them the white house, the house and senate?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I’ve a dismissive avoidant partner who said that he’s overwhelmed by our relationship and that he wants to break up, how do I get him back?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

“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”

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I'll see you when I get there,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Dead astronauts, pyramids

What does life mean without death?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

No smile is genuine or real,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

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

“…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”

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

If it ain't

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I seen it all in my short life

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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