What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Movin objects mentally

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

Are there any guys, crossdressers, or transgender girls here who wear tampons?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Fed interest rate decision looms as battle over cuts takes surprising turn - TheStreet

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Why is Eric Clapton so roundly disliked among guitarists?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

What does life mean without death?

Do you agree with Kamala Harris that Donald Trump is dangerous?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Why do some young mothers trick a guy into believing that they're pregnant and it's their child when years later they find out that it's not even theirs should he still pay child support or not?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Heart in distress? 9 silent symptoms you shouldn’t overlook - Times of India

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Why is North Korea a jail?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Why cant school buses ditch kids who are late to the bus at the school? Like on the way home, if a kid is late when all the others arrived to the bus on time, why cant they leave the late kid behind since its not fair to the on time kids to wait?

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Does Taylor Swift actually play the guitar, or is it a prop?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Artists get better with age, e.g., painting. Yet when it comes to pop music, the famous work tends to be written when musicians are in their twenties. So, why aren't Bob Dylan or the Stones banging out amazing tunes now?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Mothership alien sorceress

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

You hold the door open for a lady and she stops in her tracks and screams at you, ‘Don’t hold the door for me! I’ll get it myself!’ What are your feelings or immediate reaction?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

How can I handle my distrust and jealousy for my partner?

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

What are some ways to cope with paranoid thoughts about being gangstalked or targeted individuals?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?

“…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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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'”

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

If it ain't

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

If it ain't

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I do it once, I do it twice,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

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

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

I seen it all in my short life

The other one don't understand me,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“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”

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Know your enemies

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

No smile is genuine or real,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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