What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

If women see themselves as free, dignified, human beings just as good as men, can Trump hang it up and just lose in a landslide at last? How can men who like and respect women help improve womens' self-esteem?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

How can one learn to talk frankly?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Movin objects mentally

Is it true that Jehovah's witnesses once thought the world would end in 1975?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Why do wives cheat on their loyal husbands?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Why does my dog keep licking at her privates now? She is 7 years old and has barely started licking there. The vet said she’s fine but she keeps doing that.

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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Me and my peeps is all trife

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Soldier with the gas-mask

Why are black people harassed more by police officers?

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

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

What does it mean to dream about demons possessing people, and what can be done about this dream that keeps occurring for years?

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

In what ways Indian parents are destroying their children's life?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Do you remember one day, you put a deep smile on someone's face and made them very happy?

“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'”

“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”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Know your enemies

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Mothership alien sorceress

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

If it ain't

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“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”

“…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”

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

If it ain't

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

What does life mean without death?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

No smile is genuine or real,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,