What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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“…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”

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Can a relationship really last forever?

Movin objects mentally

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Why do flat earthers think using globetrotter, globetard, and other insults will make the educated arguer fall for the silly flat-earth belief?

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

“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Why do people hate fat people so much, even people who aren't exactly supermodels themselves? It seems like such a deep, passionate hatred, like they're offended by fat people just existing. Fat people didn't do anything to them, so why hate them?

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

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

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

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

What does life mean without death?

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

If it ain't

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“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'”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

If it ain't

Know your enemies

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Mothership alien sorceress

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

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

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

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

The other one don't understand me,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I do it once, I do it twice,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Three months later we run our own caper,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Me and my peeps is all trife

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