What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Do flat Earthers really exist? Why do they believe the Earth is flat?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Do you anal play alone?

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Soldier with the gas-mask

What is the Abu Shusha massacre in Palestine?

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Why do so many men on the internet try to compete with women, or try to "humble" and bash them? There's so many videos across my tiktok and YouTube of men claiming how they're wanting to get back at women and put them in thier place.

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Why do gun owners feel the need to defend themselves with deadly weapons? Can they not just talk things out like civilized people do?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Why didn't my ex fight for our relationship? He gave up so easily.

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

What is truer than that which is true?

I do it once, I do it twice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Is it okay for my husband to help other ladies without telling me?

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Why do we still feel attached or jealous when a covert narcissist moves on, even after realizing their toxicity and the suffering they caused?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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”

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Know your enemies

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

Ok, so this is a question seeking an answer to clear up whatever gymnastics are in my head. I'm a moderately attractive guy, sincere heart, genuinely looking to love another, established. Why don't women that I'm attracted to, want me back?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Why did the American's mulberry harbor not hold up after D-Day?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

The other one don't understand me,

Three months later we run our own caper,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

If it ain't

Who designed our DNA structure?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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”

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I seen it all in my short life

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

“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 does life mean without death?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“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”

Movin objects mentally

If it ain't

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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”

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Laser weapons and ecstasy