What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

“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”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Are there any nude pictures of women with big tits?

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Teens like me, what are your expectations when entering adulthood?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

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

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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Why would a person always be so tired?

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Why does everyone hate Anthony Joshua so much? I get that he isn’t the best heavyweight boxer ever but people claim he’s a no skill fighter but he has an Olympic gold medal, a world championship, and beat Klitschko, a dominant force in boxing

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The other one don't understand me,

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Why do older siblings always hate younger siblings?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Movin objects mentally

Me and my peeps is all trife

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I do it once, I do it twice,

“…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”

Mothership alien sorceress

Why cant I stop thinking about counsellor between sessions?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

“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”

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Know your enemies

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I seen it all in my short life

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

If it ain't

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

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

“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”

“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'”

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I'll see you when I get there,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?