What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

“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 am 13 and I am planning to run away. What should I do to succeed?

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

How much weight will I lose in the first month on a keto diet?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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'”

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No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“…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”

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

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

Why was Super Buu so afraid of having Fat Buu torn out and becoming Kid Buu if he was going to destroy the Earth even before his transformation?

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

“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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Mothership alien sorceress

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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”

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The other one don't understand me,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

If it ain't

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

If it ain't

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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'll see you when I get there,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

What does life mean without death?

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I seen it all in my short life

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Know your enemies

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Who designed our DNA structure?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I never knew my life mattered”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Laser weapons and ecstasy