What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

“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,

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Three months later we run our own caper,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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I seen it all in my short life

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

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

I see lots of pictures of women who have huge clits are they real or what?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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The other one don't understand me,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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Know your enemies

Mothership alien sorceress

I never knew my life mattered”

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

No smile is genuine or real,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I do it once, I do it twice,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“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'”

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

“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”

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

Movin objects mentally

If it ain't

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“…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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

If it ain't

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