What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

How could NASA possibly land on the moon when it's impossible to reach the moon through the Earth's dome? Why are they making up such an obvious lie?

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Why do some men love sucking cocks?

Know your enemies

“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”

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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”

What are 50 random facts about yourself?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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“…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”

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

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Who writes and reads novels nowadays?

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

What are the best examples of reverse psychology?

Three months later we run our own caper,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“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”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

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

“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What does life mean without death?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

If it ain't

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

No smile is genuine or real,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

“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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Movin objects mentally

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

If it ain't

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions