What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Why am I single?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

What were Hitler’s habits?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Gangbangers that spit slang

Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

What are the bitter truths of life one should know?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

What was the first Native American tribe to inhabit Long Island, NY?

No smile is genuine or real,

Know your enemies

Who designed our DNA structure?

Can the right person make a narc want to change their ways? Is love that powerful? Has anyone seen this or experience it?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Is it normal to hate my dog, but feel too guilty to get rid of him?

I never knew my life mattered”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

How do people who are deaf learn sign language? Is it typically taught by parents at a young age or are there programs available for learning it later in life?

“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”

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help me?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Why aren't you a Trump supporter?

“…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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

What is one small habit that has transformed your life in unexpected ways?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

“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”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

What does life mean without death?

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“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'”

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Movin objects mentally

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

If it ain't

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I'll see you when I get there,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

If it ain't

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I seen it all in my short life

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,