What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Why do you suck men's dicks?

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

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

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

Is there a possibility that we are living in a simulation and that there is a concept of rebirth?

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Know your enemies

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

What does the Turkish word çıplak mean?

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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“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”

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

—— indirects on kuorans, irl and idols

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The other one don't understand me,

What is one thing nice you did for someone today or something they did for you?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“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”

Why is it that women are stronger than men nowadays?

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

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

“…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”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Movin objects mentally

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

I'll see you when I get there,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Soldier with the gas-mask

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What does life mean without death?

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

If it ain't

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I never knew my life mattered”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“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'”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

No smile is genuine or real,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I seen it all in my short life

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

“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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Me and my peeps is all trife

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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