What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

What do you think about Matt Gatz as an attorney general?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Why do men suck dick? Me, I can't get enough

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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“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”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Can the right person make a narc want to change their ways? Is love that powerful? Has anyone seen this or experience it?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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 are some people afraid of monsters?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“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”

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

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Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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What does life mean without death?

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

“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'”

What are some good inspirational movies?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Has your wife or girlfriend ever been felt up in public by a stranger?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Know your enemies

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

If it ain't

I'll see you when I get there,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“…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”

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

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Movin objects mentally

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Gangbangers that spit slang

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

I seen it all in my short life

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

If it ain't

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

The other one don't understand me,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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