What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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?

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

Do you usually wear your panties over or under your pantyhose?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

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

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”

What do dreams about dead people mean?

I'll see you when I get there,

“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”

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

What was your best revenge story?

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

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

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

Why is my ex mad I moved on when he dumped me?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

“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”

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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Gangbangers that spit slang

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why do I get stressed when I go to bed?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Mothership alien sorceress

“…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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

If it ain't

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

“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”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

“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'”

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

No smile is genuine or real,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Know your enemies

I seen it all in my short life

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The other one don't understand me,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Movin objects mentally

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

What does life mean without death?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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