What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why are so many people anti-Trump? People didn't like Obama either, but he was the president, so people didn't do this. What makes Trump different?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Can anyone show a photo with a penis in their anus?

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Is the saying "nice guys finish last" true? Can good intentions always lead to positive outcomes?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry 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”

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

How can you determine which type of underwear to wear with different styles of clothing, such as dresses?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I never knew my life mattered”

Whenever I write a novel, I struggle with the end, should I make it open? Should the good win or the bad win? Sometime I don't even have an ending, what should I do?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Why is the mainstream media, traditionally liberal except for Fox, not reporting on Trump like he's a traditional candidate who has ideas, values, and a concern for the common good?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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”

“…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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I seen it all in my short life

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Mothership alien sorceress

“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”

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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'”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I'll see you when I get there,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Movin objects mentally

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Gangbangers that spit slang

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

If it ain't

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If it ain't

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Know your enemies

The other one don't understand me,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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