What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What happened to your school bully?

Soldier with the gas-mask

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

I am 13 and I am planning to run away. What should I do to succeed?

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Why do all the stupid people think Donald J. Trump is stupid?

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Is there a specific time frame for therapists to tell their clients they are wrong?

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

How do Flat Earthers explain time zones?

“…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”

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

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

Why do companies cull employees during financial downturns without saying so?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

How can one select funeral songs that truly celebrate the essence of a loved one’s life while providing comfort to attendees?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Movin objects mentally

How can a man clean his Soul?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

After a series of tumors, woman’s odd-looking tongue explains everything - Ars Technica

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Why do we often have strong feelings for our twin flames, even if they don't feel the same way? Is there a way to make them realize their true feelings for us?

Know your enemies

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“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'”

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

The other one don't understand me,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

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

“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”

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I never knew my life mattered”

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

What does life mean without death?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I'll see you when I get there,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“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”

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I seen it all in my short life

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

I do it once, I do it twice,