What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Know your enemies

Are British people in awe when someone from the United States visits their country?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

“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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

How can I get the lead guitar removed from a song so I can play the lead Guitar parts myself and have the rest of the band's music playing? Is there ought to be a website or company who can do this?

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

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

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

My marriage is fixed. My future husband repeatedly calls me to meet me in private and pressure me to have a relationship. What should I do?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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“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'”

Movin objects mentally

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

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

What should you answer when someone says to you in French, "au plaisir de vous revoir"?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

If it ain't

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

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

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Gangbangers that spit slang

“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”

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I seen it all in my short life

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

“…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”

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',