What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“…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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

Im happy but there is a heavy feeling of sadness in my heart that I just can't remove. Why am I like this?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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I seen it all in my short life

The other one don't understand me,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Is it okay for my husband to help other ladies without telling me?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Have you ever been forced into bestiality?

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

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

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“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”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

“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”

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

If it ain't

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

Know your enemies

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

“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'”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Gangbangers that spit slang

Who designed our DNA structure?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I never knew my life mattered”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

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

Movin objects mentally

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

What does life mean without death?

If it ain't

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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