What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

What were Hitler’s habits?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

What are some ballbusting stories?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Do you ever feel like you are doing good, but would do better if people hadn’t blamed you or even bothered you? I have gotten lonely, but I always am up to something (creating my destiny).

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why is Trump so disliked worldwide?

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Why do you suck men's dicks?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Is there any truth to the claim that Kamala Harris got where she is by sleeping around, or is that just typical conservative bigotry?

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Will Kamala Harris rekindle the business model of sleeping your way to the top?

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

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

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

Since the rise of feminism, the dating market has shifted to the disadvantage of men and that is causing this incel phenomenon. Why do women not understand how lonely the majority of men are?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Why do I feel like I want to suck a big dick after injecting meth?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I’m 17 and looking for a girl. What do I do?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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”

Is it common for girlfriends to have close male friends who are single and not related to them?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“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”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Movin objects mentally

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

If it ain't

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

No smile is genuine or real,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

The other one don't understand me,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Know your enemies

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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'”

If it ain't

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“…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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,