What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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“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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Do straight guys like to have sex with men when they smoke meth?

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

The other one don't understand me,

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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'”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

In the last 500 years, have there been civilizations whose cruelty matched that of Nazi Germany?

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

If it ain't

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I was awaken between 2-3am by a voice that said “Hey”. Literally right next to my ear. Sounded like a males voice, but it wasn’t stern or deep. What could this mean?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Why do I get spun and then want big fat cocks to suck?

Know your enemies

I seen it all in my short life

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Why am I so tired of seeing homeless people all over the place?

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

If it ain't

Me and my peeps is all trife

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“…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”

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Was there a British ‘genocide’ of Aboriginal Australians?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Movin objects mentally

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

“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”

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Three months later we run our own caper,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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”

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you