What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“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”

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

What is your response when someone says "how may I help you"?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

My waist finally looks like how it did before I had kids but I didn’t lose weight. Why am I still 15 lbs from my starting weight?

Three months later we run our own caper,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

What is the scariest thing that ever happened in your life?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Is it considered rude to comment on someone's weight? Is it simply stating a fact?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Can we trust the Bible when Constantine and the First Council of Nicaea took out many books of the Bible and altered existing translation by removing things?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Why are most people broke?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What was the worst spanking you got growing up?

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Here’s what Ozempic and Wegovy are really doing to your mouth - The Independent

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Bryce Huff thankful he landed with 49ers - NBC Sports

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Isn't it ironic people always talk about how much women hate Donald Trump, when almost any of them would marry him if they could? What he said in the 2005 Billy Bush video, almost every woman would share the sentiment if it got them his lifestyle.

If it ain't

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

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

Why are black women the largest unmarried group in the United States of America?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Mothership alien sorceress

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

Know your enemies

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

“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'”

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Movin objects mentally

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

“…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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

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

“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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

If it ain't

Soldier with the gas-mask

I seen it all in my short life

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

The other one don't understand me,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

What does life mean without death?

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

“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”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

No smile is genuine or real,