What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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I seen it all in my short life

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

How do you deal with neighbors who are always telling you what to do?

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,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I feel so attached and in love with a dead celebrity. My love for anyone else is overshadowed by my love for him. What does this mean?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

From 1 to 10, how dark is the Naruto fandom? Why?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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“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”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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“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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If it ain't

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Movin objects mentally

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“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”

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

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Soldier with the gas-mask

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Know your enemies

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

“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'”

No smile is genuine or real,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

“…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”

The other one don't understand me,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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