What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Will Trump's tariffs harm the USA?

Gangbangers that spit slang

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I dreamt my mother had died and I cried so much in my dream. What does it mean?

“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”

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

“…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”

What does it mean when a British person says "I can't be asked"?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

If it ain't

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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I'll see you when I get there,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Does wearing earbuds cause potential physical health problems as the dirty, bacteria laden slabs of wax get pushed up into the ear canal and can't come out? You tell me. I'm not a doctor or nuthin'.

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

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

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

Why is there no evidence of a multiverse theory?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

The other one don't understand me,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

I never knew my life mattered”

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What does life mean without death?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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”

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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”

If it ain't

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Know your enemies

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Movin objects mentally

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“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”