What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

The other one don't understand me,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Why do I feel so tired all the time even after a good night’s sleep?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

“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’s the craziest thing you’ve heard pretending to be asleep?

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

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

What habits do happy couples have?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Why does my mother care about my sister more than me?

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Have you ever dealt with a Christian narcissist?

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Is there scientific evidence for reincarnation? If so, how does it work and can it be proven through regression therapy?

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

What is some information about unprotected sex and pregnancy?

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

What would it take for you to consider yourself a "Swiftie" like Flavor Flav?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Do Republicans realize that the power of the people is invested in 'representative government'? If so, why did they elect a pathological liar?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Three months later we run our own caper,

If you could go back and rewrite the Legend of Korra, what would you change, and why?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Who designed our DNA structure?

Do snipers lay on top of tank turrets during combat?

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

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

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

What are some interview experiences with JP Morgan India?

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Which is the worst Bollywood movie you have ever seen and why?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

If it ain't

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“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'”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

“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 cute but she got no gear,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If it ain't

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

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

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Know your enemies

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Mothership alien sorceress

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I seen it all in my short life

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“…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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Movin objects mentally

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

No smile is genuine or real,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

What does life mean without death?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

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