What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Can supporters of gun control explain the purpose behind a gun registry?

I seen it all in my short life

I never knew my life mattered”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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.

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

What would happen if the Earth stopped spinning for one minute?

No smile is genuine or real,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Is it possible to make cars that run on water instead of gasoline or other fossil fuels? Why haven't we done so yet?

Gangbangers that spit slang

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Can cheating be a result of not truly loving or caring for someone, or is it sometimes just a spur of the moment decision?

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

What was the weakest period in US history in terms of military strength? Was it during World War II or the Vietnam War?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

What celebrity do you admire the most?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

What do you think is the #1 cause of why relationships nowadays don't seem to last long?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Maybe not best, but Sounders are most fitting MLS Club World Cup representative - Sounder at Heart

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

If the world was flat, would it be possible to see Mount Everest if it was on the other side of the Earth on a clear sunny day?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

“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'”

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

If it ain't

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Laser weapons and ecstasy

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Who designed our DNA structure?

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Know your enemies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Movin objects mentally

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“…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”

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

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What does life mean without death?

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

If it ain't

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“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”

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”

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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”

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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