What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Is Matt Gaetz qualified to be Attorney General of the United States?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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If it ain't

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Soldier with the gas-mask

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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“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'”

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

The Labour Party wants to put the Winter fuel allowance and the £800,000 of gifts received by ministers behind us. Is this a real option for the people who will suffer as our new masters unapologeticly feast on freebies?

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What can I say to a scammer who thinks he loves me, but I don't want to be scammed?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Gun owners, imagine if an attacker comes to your home and takes your gun to use against you before you had the chance to pick it up. Would you regret owning a gun?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

How do I run away? I'm 15 and live in Oklahoma.

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I'll see you when I get there,

What is the story behind bhai dooj?

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Know your enemies

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

What does life mean without death?

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

“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”

“…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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

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

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

“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”

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Gangbangers that spit slang

Movin objects mentally

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

No smile is genuine or real,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

“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”

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

If it ain't

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Mothership alien sorceress

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,