What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Is it ok to be spanked by your parents if you are not in bed in your set bedtime?

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

What was Easter day like for you as a child?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Everyone says the pet population is out of control. Everyone says you MUST spay or neuter your pets. No one wants to talk about how its almost $1,000 to spay or neuter a pet. Why is it so expensive if its so necessary? Animal shelters do it for free.

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

What's your love story?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

How did you react when your doctor ordered a colonoscopy?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

NASA spots Martian volcano twice the height of Mount Everest bursting through the morning clouds: Space photo of the week - Live Science

Three months later we run our own caper,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Will my parents go to hell if I don't wear hijab, they tried to convince me and they provided it to me but I don't want to wear it?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

What happens when you need emergency surgery in countries with universal healthcare vs the US?

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Costco opens a whole new kind of store - TheStreet

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Why are men today so pussiefied?

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

What does life mean without death?

“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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“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”

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

The other one don't understand me,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

No smile is genuine or real,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Know your enemies

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

If it ain't

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“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'”

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Movin objects mentally

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I seen it all in my short life

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Mothership alien sorceress

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

If it ain't

I'll see you when I get there,

Me and my peeps is all trife

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you