What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

When did bestiality first occur to you and how did it happen the first time? Was it a deliberate decision or it just happened and you allowed it?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I never knew my life mattered”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Is it possible for humans to determine their past life as an animal? Is there a scientific method to prove this?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Having read so much about Archie and Lilibet not actually existing, does anyone have any proof that they not only exist but that Meghan gave birth to them?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

Can someone write me a sex story?

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

“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”

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Can the existence of past lives be proven without the use of hypnosis or a pendulum to inquire about previous incarnations?

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Where is best free porn?

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Why does a college girl cover her face with a scarf in Bangalore?

I'll see you when I get there,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

If freedom of speech is absolute, how come it's not applied for private spaces and for the Internet?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

What are some downsides to living in Newfoundland and Labrador (besides the weather)?

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

What does life mean without death?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

How exactly do things get smuggled into prison? Does the sender hide it inside something else very well? Does someone put it in their butt? Do the prisoners make deals with the officers?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

“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”

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

If it ain't

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“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'”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Soldier with the gas-mask

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Mothership alien sorceress

Me and my peeps is all trife

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

“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”

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“…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”

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

If it ain't

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

Movin objects mentally

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Know your enemies

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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