What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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If it ain't

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

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

Can someone fall in love with a person they have never met in person, but only through thoughts and imagination?

Movin objects mentally

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

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

What do you think about Matt Gatz as an attorney general?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

What are some sad truths about life?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Mothership alien sorceress

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why do men choose to marry a plain Jane woman over a pretty woman?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Teens like me, what are your expectations when entering adulthood?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Is it okay for a wife who comes home from a date to tell her husband what she did?

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,

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

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

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

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

How does Arab culture and values differ from western culture and values?

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

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

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

Why do creationists ask for proof of evolution and then ignore the answers?

“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 never knew my life mattered”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What is the reasoning behind conspiracy theorists claiming that there were multiple shooters involved in the JFK assassination?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

“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'”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Gangbangers that spit slang

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“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”

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

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

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

I seen it all in my short life

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I do it once, I do it twice,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

What does life mean without death?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Know your enemies

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“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”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Who designed our DNA structure?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Three months later we run our own caper,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I'll see you when I get there,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The other one don't understand me,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

“…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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

If it ain't

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',