What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why am I sweating so much when I try to do anything?

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My son died seven months ago at the age of 24 how do I know if he’s in heaven and can he see me and hear me and why have I not gotten any signs yet from him or Mom just not seeing the signs how do I know if he’s OK how do I know if he’s happy?

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

If it ain't

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What are some effective ways to cope with loss and grief?

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

What is your worst experience in life?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Movin objects mentally

Why are European countries warning European travelers to be careful traveling to the United States?

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

What does life mean without death?

How do so-called Religious/Christian people really think homosexuality is even a sin? That would be nonsense. In fact, LGBT people need love instead of contempt/hatred. The word Homosexual didn't appear until the 1850s.

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I seen it all in my short life

Why am I single?

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Is something wrong with my discharge? So, when I masturbate, white discharge comes from my vagina, but it's not stretchy, it's pasty. It doesn't smell and I'm not itchy, so I'm sure it's not a yeast infection. Why is it pasty though?

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Why do I sweat so much? I’m 17 but I feel like I always need to re-apply deodorant and I am always self-conscious that I smell because I feel sweat under my arms.

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

When have you been in an accident where the other person involved blatantly lied to the police about what transpired?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

What do you think of the controls that will be set up over information flows at Taiwan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs' missions?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“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”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

“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”

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

The other one don't understand me,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

“…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”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I never knew my life mattered”

Who designed our DNA structure?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

If it ain't

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Know your enemies

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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'”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“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”

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

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