What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Movin objects mentally

Know your enemies

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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Dead astronauts, pyramids

I do it once, I do it twice,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“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'”

How do you leave a relationship when you are still in love?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

If the world was flat, would it be possible to see Mount Everest if it was on the other side of the Earth on a clear sunny day?

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

What are you struggling with in your life? What would you like to have instead?

I never knew my life mattered”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

The other one don't understand me,

Can you share something that captivates you, whether it's an idea, a discovery, or an invention?

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

“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”

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Reveal alien tribal culture,

What does life mean without death?

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

If it ain't

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

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

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

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“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”

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

If it ain't

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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