What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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Three months later we run our own caper,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

What is the cost of living in Sweden as a family?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

What happened to The Simpsons deleted onscreen footage?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“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”

I see lots of pictures of women who have huge clits are they real or what?

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Would you respect the US with a woman as president?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Gangbangers that spit slang

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“…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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I seen it all in my short life

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Reveal alien tribal culture,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Movin objects mentally

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

If it ain't

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Me and my peeps is all trife

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Know your enemies

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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'”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

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

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

What does life mean without death?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Who designed our DNA structure?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

The other one don't understand me,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

If it ain't

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Mothership alien sorceress

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,