What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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“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 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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen to me?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Movin objects mentally

Who designed our DNA structure?

Do you believe that Jesus was God on Earth?

Soldier with the gas-mask

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

The other one don't understand me,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Why do I want to suck cock, after smoking methamphetamine?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Is visiting holy shrines (dargahs) or graves haraam in Islam?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Know your enemies

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

“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'”

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“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”

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Mothership alien sorceress

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

If it ain't

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

What does life mean without death?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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?

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

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

If it ain't

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies