What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Know your enemies

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

Why do I get stressed when I go to bed?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Democrat voters, why are you so naive, easy to manipulate, can't see a liar standing right in front of you and why won't you research your party? You will find they have a plan for all W. Nations and it's evil.

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Does believing in God and Satan cause schizophrenia?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Why do wives cheat on their loyal husbands?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Do all armies have the same rank structure?

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

“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”

Who is the most trusted person in your life, and do they have the same trust on you?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Does the U.S military really prosecute military staff for cheating on their spouse, or do they close one eye if the cheating does not involve other military personnel since adultery is fairly common? Adultery is illegal in U.S military

I seen it all in my short life

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“…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”

What was Easter day like for you as a child?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Who is the most dangerous or evilest person of all time?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Me and my peeps is all trife

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

The other one don't understand me,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

If it ain't

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I never knew my life mattered”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

No smile is genuine or real,

What does life mean without death?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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,

“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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Who designed our DNA structure?

“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”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

If it ain't

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Soldier with the gas-mask

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“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'”

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