What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

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

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Why do women have sex with dogs?

I seen it all in my short life

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Isn't it a turn on to have sex with a girl in a skirt or in a tight spandex?

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Why do older siblings always hate younger siblings?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Have you ever followed through being bi-curious?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Movin objects mentally

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

If it ain't

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

What does life mean without death?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

“…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”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I never knew my life mattered”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I do it once, I do it twice,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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'”

Know your enemies

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

The other one don't understand me,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

No smile is genuine or real,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

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

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

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

“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”

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

If it ain't

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

“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”

“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”

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

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”