What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

The other one don't understand me,

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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

How do I know if I am a bitch? I try to be a nice person but people often jokingly call me a bitch. My family calls me a bitch sometimes too.

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

What is the worst thing your sibling has done?

If it ain't

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

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

If you cloned 12 Michael Jordan's and 12 LeBron James' and had Team Jordan vs. James, which team would win the most games?

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Why do people stay in cults after they have joined?

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Gangbangers that spit slang

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

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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

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“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”

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“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'”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Know your enemies

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

If it ain't

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I never knew my life mattered”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Movin objects mentally

Who designed our DNA structure?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I'll see you when I get there,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“…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”

What does life mean without death?