What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why did Lord Shiva lust after Mohini - how can he be the supreme and worthy of devotion if he did such a thing?

“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”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Mothership alien sorceress

Why do people hate fat people so much, even people who aren't exactly supermodels themselves? It seems like such a deep, passionate hatred, like they're offended by fat people just existing. Fat people didn't do anything to them, so why hate them?

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

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

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

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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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Movin objects mentally

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If it ain't

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

What is the best way to get clients to a call center?

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

If it ain't

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What does life mean without death?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

What is the reason behind the Russian government's negative view on foreign travel?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I'll see you when I get there,

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

“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”

I seen it all in my short life

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

“…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”

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

“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”

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'”

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

Know your enemies

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

The other one don't understand me,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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