What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Do straight guys like to have sex with men when they smoke meth?

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

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

If it ain't

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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Do women lack the mental strength to succeed at STEM? There seems to be few women at STEM and more women leave STEM after a time of working at it. How can it be just sexism if women aren't banned from entering?

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Is it okay if I am not interested to talk to any of my relatives as I saw the real faces in my brother's marriage as none of them helped us rather were a kind of disappointment and were talking bad?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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I seen it all in my short life

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

“…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”

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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

What are some common examples of human hypocrisy?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

If Russia needs the resources to fund the war in Ukraine, why doesn’t it throw open its doors to visa free western tourism? Enough people would be interested, & it would start to get some hard currency as €, CHF, £, SEK, $, JPY in the tills at shops.

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Can you explain the difference between “mi piace” and “mi piacciono” in Italian?

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Why can’t the British eat or drink anything unless they place a table cloth on the table first?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Movin objects mentally

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Reveal alien tribal culture,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I never knew my life mattered”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Know your enemies

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Three months later we run our own caper,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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'”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

“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”

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

If it ain't

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

“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”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

What does life mean without death?

Soldier with the gas-mask