What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

How can I get over a break up?

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

King Charles praised for 'faultless' firing technique at Larkhill - BBC

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Can it be true that people know your name, not your story, they’ve heard what you’ve done, but not what you’ve been through, so take their opinions of you with a grain of salt?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Why are there so many illegal Haitians in Ohio? They can't walk here. Democrats flew them here to cause chaos and crime in Ohio.

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

What do women talk about mostly(among themselves)?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

“…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”

Why do humans sweat while stressed?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Why am I not getting any atheists to debate with? Are they scared?

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Unclear if rock bottom, but Braves hit it anyway in 11-10 stunner loss - Battery Power

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

SpaceX May Be Failing to Get Starship Working at All - futurism.com

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Why the end of Google as we know it could be your biggest opportunity yet - ZDNet

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Have you ever been a victim of gaslighting? What happened?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

No smile is genuine or real,

Credo Stock Rockets On 'Impressive' Beat-And-Raise Earnings Report - Investor's Business Daily

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

What does life mean without death?

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

Know your enemies

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Movin objects mentally

If it ain't

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

If it ain't

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

“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”

Mothership alien sorceress

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I seen it all in my short life

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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”

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

“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'”

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century