What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Soldier with the gas-mask

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

What is a good habit and what is bad one?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

In what circumstances might a chaperone be appropriate for a medical examination?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Why do men prefer low-maintanence women?

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

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

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

Is Trump the greatest spiritual leader since Jesus?

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

If it ain't

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Why won't biden give a last minute deferred action TO ALL undocumented immigrants so Trump can't deport them? Obama issued DACA, why can't Biden issue something similar that protects ALL undocumented immigrants from deportation?

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

Movin objects mentally

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

What can you do if someone makes a false accusation against you?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

How much does a doctor earn in Sweden per month?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

What does life mean without death?

Why did we evolve to have so many nerve endings in our anuses?

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

What is the most inappropriate experience you have had with a friend's daughter?

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

What does Jesus mean in Revelation 3:3 when He states, "Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God?"

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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?

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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”

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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”

Me and my peeps is all trife

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

If it ain't

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“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”

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I seen it all in my short life

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I'll see you when I get there,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Know your enemies

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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