What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

When sharing a wife, is it best with your buddy or a stranger?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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If it ain't

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Who designed our DNA structure?

When Trump blames DEI, isn't he just saying "it must be because there's black or brown people involved"?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

How can a man clean his Soul?

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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?

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

How can someone feel more FTM when AMAB?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Is spinach easy to grow?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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I seen it all in my short life

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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No smile is genuine or real,

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Can you share a lesson that you learned later in life and how it has impacted your current lifestyle, mentality, or attitude?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

What does life mean without death?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“…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”

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

If it ain't

“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”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The other one don't understand me,

“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

“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,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Movin objects mentally

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

“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'”

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

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I'll see you when I get there,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I do it once, I do it twice,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

Know your enemies

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