What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Why do I sweat a great deal while exercising the same on some days and not so much on others?

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

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

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

— we are metamorphosing!

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Why do flat earthers exist?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

What are the reasons for people being banned from social media sites like Twitter and Instagram? Why is it considered a big deal?

I'll see you when I get there,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

What's your favorite stupid joke?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

What does life mean without death?

Why do nice guys rarely or never win?

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Was Daenerys' downfall inevitable after she left Meereen in Game of Thrones?

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What are the best ways to treat seasonal allergies?

Soldier with the gas-mask

The other one don't understand me,

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

What should I expect after a BBL surgery?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

“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'”

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Know your enemies

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“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”

“…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”

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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,

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

If it ain't

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Three months later we run our own caper,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

If it ain't

Until we realized how to get the real money;

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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”

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Movin objects mentally

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I do it once, I do it twice,