What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My dog is 2 weeks old. He's not eating, moving and always sleeping and I can't take him to a vet. What should I do?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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No smile is genuine or real,

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

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Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Have you ever had a bad gut feeling about someone and it was right?

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

What kind of book did you write after turning 55?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Do people of NYC drive around Central Park all the time? Is there any subway tunnel to cross the park quickly? Is it annoying for people and does it cause traffic?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If it ain't

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Me and my peeps is all trife

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“…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”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

“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”

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

“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'”

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Know your enemies

I'll see you when I get there,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Movin objects mentally

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

If it ain't

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

The other one don't understand me,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I never knew my life mattered”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

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

“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

I seen it all in my short life

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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