What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Is sunscreen toxic? The UV truthers on the internet sure think so. - The Boston Globe

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Courtroom chaos erupts as Diddy supporter disrupts trial - WJAC

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

A Major American Egg Farm Just Lost 90% of its Chickens - Bloomberg

Who designed our DNA structure?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Trump leans on GOP senators as they gear up to make changes to his domestic policy bill - CNN

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Gangbangers that spit slang

I'll see you when I get there,

"Oh, Mary!" star Cole Escola manifested their Tony win the old-fashioned way - Salon.com

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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”

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

The fate of the EV tax credits depends on the GOP’s megabill - NPR

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

What are some ten strong legal evidences that are needed for a divorce?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

If atheists are so positive that there is no God, where is their proof that He does not exist?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“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'”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Night Owls More Impulsive Than Morning Larks - Neuroscience News

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

What are some good inspirational movies?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Has anyone liked being made a cocksucker?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“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”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Mothership alien sorceress

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

What does life mean without death?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Soldier with the gas-mask

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

“…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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If it ain't

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

No smile is genuine or real,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Movin objects mentally

The other one don't understand me,

“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,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I seen it all in my short life

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Know your enemies

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

If it ain't

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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