What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

“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”

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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Know your enemies

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

If it ain't

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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No smile is genuine or real,

“…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”

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

Is it still wrong to spread misinformation even if it's only to troll people rather than harming them?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Gangbangers that spit slang

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Soldier with the gas-mask

What does life mean without death?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

If it ain't

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“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”

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I do it once, I do it twice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I seen it all in my short life

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

“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'”

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

“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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Movin objects mentally

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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