What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“…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”

How short is too short for a skirt?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

What do you think about a sister's love?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

What is every dictators biggest fear?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

If women see themselves as free, dignified, human beings just as good as men, can Trump hang it up and just lose in a landslide at last? How can men who like and respect women help improve womens' self-esteem?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

How rough can the ferry passage from Hull to Rotterdam be in the autumn ( at the end of October )?

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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If it ain't

If it ain't

“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 in my 60s do I have a strong desire to suck cock and swallow?

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Why do doctors refuse HRT to menopausal women but hand them out to trans people?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

How will the article end in Part III of Gleissner's hit piece?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Who designed our DNA structure?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Know your enemies

The other one don't understand me,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“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”

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I never knew my life mattered”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

“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'”

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Movin objects mentally

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

No smile is genuine or real,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Soldier with the gas-mask

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats