What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Movin objects mentally

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

What is your best forbidden sex story that felt so right?

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

Know your enemies

“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 do people who were very kind and loving once become cold-hearted?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“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”

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

What are some of your shocking stories?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

If it ain't

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Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

From 1 to 10, how dark is the Naruto fandom? Why?

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

If it ain't

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Mothership alien sorceress

I never knew my life mattered”

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

The other one don't understand me,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I'll see you when I get there,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“…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,

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

“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”

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

“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”

What does life mean without death?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

No smile is genuine or real,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“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”

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,