What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

If it ain't

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

How can I be the smartest human on Earth?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Does Trump have a deal or not with Russia on Ukraine, or is Putin just playing him?

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Why are Boomers so vehemently opposed to student loan forgiveness?

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

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

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

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Why wasn't Queen as successful in America as in other countries? Then, after Radio Ga Ga, they couldn't even get into the top 40 in America even when these songs were top 10 hits everywhere else in the world.

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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

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

If it ain't

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I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Why are white women not interested in dating Asian men? Are they not attractive to you at all?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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

“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”

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Movin objects mentally

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

No smile is genuine or real,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Mothership alien sorceress

Gangbangers that spit slang

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

“…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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I'll see you when I get there,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

What does life mean without death?

Know your enemies

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I never knew my life mattered”

“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'”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“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”

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

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