What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What are the withdrawal symptoms of Klonopin 1mg?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

How do atheists explain the fact that when I pray to God, I feel better and I get a feeling of comfort? Doesn’t this prove that a God exists?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

If it ain't

No smile is genuine or real,

Why in my 60s do I have a strong desire to suck cock and swallow?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

My wife has a bunch of really attractive friends, and she expects me to never say anything to her about how beautiful they are. Does this seem fair? I love my wife, and just commenting shouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

How many wishes do people get on their birthday?

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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I do it once, I do it twice,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“…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”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

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

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Movin objects mentally

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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'”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Soldier with the gas-mask

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Know your enemies

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Mothership alien sorceress

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Three months later we run our own caper,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Who designed our DNA structure?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

“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”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

If it ain't

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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

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

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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“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”

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

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

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,