What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I seen it all in my short life

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Has the CCP been the most successful systemat governing China, than any other top 5 global economy state over the last century?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why do programmers choose to write their own code instead of using code that is already available online?

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

What does life mean without death?

Know your enemies

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

What is music publishing?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What are the different types of networking?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I never knew my life mattered”

Why do some mothers hate their daughters especially when they're the eldest?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“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”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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”

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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

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

“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”

“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'”

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

If it ain't

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I'll see you when I get there,

Me and my peeps is all trife

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

“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”

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

If it ain't

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

The other one don't understand me,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

“…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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do