What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

If it ain't

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

My boyfriend won’t tell me his past and it hurts me so I broke up with him what do I do?

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Do you think your landlord should have a key to your room?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

The other one don't understand me,

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

What are the signs of covert narcissistic abuse that most people miss?

I do it once, I do it twice,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

How can I stop drinking?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

What are some questions obviously just asked for sexual gratification?

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why does poop smell bad?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“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”

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

Is it wrong that I picked to be a Christian (as a teenager/14-year-old) even with knowing all of the information about other religions/atheism?

I never knew my life mattered”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why do I feel like I want to suck a big dick after injecting meth?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

It is common sense that Joe Biden is ruining America and is unfit to be president, but why are the liberals still supporting him when Trump is obviously a much better fit for office?

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Are you struggling with weight loss and finding it hard to stay consistent? What’s your biggest challenge when trying to lose weight at home?

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Can I see some saggy tit pics and huge areolas pics?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Movin objects mentally

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

If it ain't

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I seen it all in my short life

Know your enemies

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

“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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“…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”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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'”

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Who designed our DNA structure?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

“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”

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“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”

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

What does life mean without death?

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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