What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Does CloudFlare protect blackhat sites from DDOS attacks?

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

The other one don't understand me,

What melts your heart every time without fail?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

What do you think of Vance using a clip of an embarrassed teenager from almost 20 years ago in an attempt to bully Kamala Harris?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Were the 1980s as uptight and prudish as movies and TV shows make them out to be? When I think of 80s culture, I think about a very "icky" judgmental yuppie status quo time period.

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

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

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

Why can’t my wife just accept the fact that I’m going to cheat?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

What are some disadvantages of living in rural areas? What are the advantages?

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

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

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

Trump is shot, tackled by SS agents, yet then stands, defiant, with fist high, and 52 hours later, walks into the Republican Convention to thunderous applause. Is there anything that can stop this man, who loves his country? Does he get your vote?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Is anyone else losing complete respect for the US at this point?

Soldier with the gas-mask

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Why do people who were very kind and loving once become cold-hearted?

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

“…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”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

“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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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'”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“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”

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Know your enemies

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

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

If it ain't

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I'll see you when I get there,

Three months later we run our own caper,

What does life mean without death?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Dead astronauts, pyramids

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

Movin objects mentally

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“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”

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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