What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Movin objects mentally

“…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”

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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Two of my family members have recently converted to Islam and have brought shame on my family. How do I get them back into the fold of Hinduism?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

How do you perform a lap dance for your boyfriend or husband?

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

Know your enemies

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Me and my peeps is all trife

Why did my ex of 2 years move on so fast after he left me? Why does he act so cold towards me, and as if I don't exist?

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Does the potential of making Star Wars R-rated movies depend on whether Star Wars have stories that is too dark for PG 13 in Disney?

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Why can't I lose weight?

I'll see you when I get there,

If it ain't

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Has your wife made you a cuckold?

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

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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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

The other one don't understand me,

Why does Filipino culture dictate that parents should be treated as gods?

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Why do I sweat (mostly on face) when I eat usually spicy food?

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Why is Tiananmen Square censored?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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”

“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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

If it ain't

Mothership alien sorceress

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do it once, I do it twice,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“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'”

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”

No smile is genuine or real,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,