What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

What is your twin flame story?

“…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”

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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I seen it all in my short life

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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Soldier with the gas-mask

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

I'll see you when I get there,

I caught my neighbor leaving his 12-year-old son home alone and he has not come back in 6 hours. Should I call CPS?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

“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”

What do teens do at night?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“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'”

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

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Three months later we run our own caper,

Can I use the LEG PRESS to build muscle?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

What are the pros and cons of banning homosexuality?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Has anyone ever had sex with their cousin? How did it start, and would you do it again?

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

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

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Movin objects mentally

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

If it ain't

The other one don't understand me,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

What does life mean without death?

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Know your enemies

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,