What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

What if Homelander turned out to be a good guy instead of an evil milk drinking manchild? Nobody seems to touch on this much.

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Why do men suck dick? Me, I can't get enough

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Why is it important for Hollywood celebrities to come out against Trump?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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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”

No smile is genuine or real,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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Know your enemies

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

“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'”

What are some of your shocking stories?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?

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

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

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

Are you afraid to get married and why?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Soldier with the gas-mask

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

“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,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Movin objects mentally

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I do it once, I do it twice,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“…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”

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

“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”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

If it ain't

I'll see you when I get there,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

What does life mean without death?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Until we realized how to get the real money;