What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“…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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No smile is genuine or real,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I never knew my life mattered”

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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

How can the K-pop fandom have such a toxic mentality?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Which job has the potential to become rich easily?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

Why has my ex moved on so fast after years of being together with me?

Me and my peeps is all trife

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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The other one don't understand me,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

What one thing makes someone a very mature person?

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“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”

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

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

If it ain't

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I'll see you when I get there,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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'”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

If it ain't

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“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”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Know your enemies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Three months later we run our own caper,

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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

What does life mean without death?

“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”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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,

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

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

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

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