What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Which is better, a naked picture of some one you know or porn videos?

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

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

Why is it easy to make money in the USA?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Why would my husband cheat on me with an ugly fat woman?

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“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 are some signs that someone may be being stalked by an organization or secret society? How can they find out for sure?

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Do you ever feel like you are doing good, but would do better if people hadn’t blamed you or even bothered you? I have gotten lonely, but I always am up to something (creating my destiny).

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

I found out I have cancer—I have not told my family. We can’t afford the treatment anyway. Should I just say nothing and let nature take its course?

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

No smile is genuine or real,

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“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”

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

What is some information about unprotected sex and pregnancy?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Have you ever had a secret crush on anyone?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The other one don't understand me,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Movin objects mentally

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I never knew my life mattered”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

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

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

“…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”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

If it ain't

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

I seen it all in my short life

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Know your enemies

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Three months later we run our own caper,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Me and my peeps is all trife

If it ain't

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I'll see you when I get there,

What does life mean without death?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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,

Gangbangers that spit slang

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

“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'”

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

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“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”

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,