What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

What’s something you did a lot as a kid that you don’t miss now that you’re an adult?

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

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

Why won't Canada build their own fighter jet?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Why do only ugly women like me on Tinder? Is it because I'm an ugly man?

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What is the most sentimental item you inherited from someone dear to you and what does it mean to you?

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Why We Still Can't Find A Solar System Twin - IFLScience

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I never knew my life mattered”

What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

What is the irony of life according to you?

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Can you imagine how nervous Kamala Harris must be knowing that in couple of hours she needs to face master debater Donald Trump?

No smile is genuine or real,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Is it common for girlfriends to have close male friends who are single and not related to them?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

If you were president, how would you make America "great again?"

“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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

If Jesus spoke against abortion and prioritized family values, how quickly would he be dismissed as a patriarchal figure by modern progressives?

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

If it ain't

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Mothership alien sorceress

“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'”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

If it ain't

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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,

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

“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

The other one don't understand me,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Laser weapons and ecstasy

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

What does life mean without death?

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“…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”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Know your enemies

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,