What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

If it ain't

“…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”

Why do Democrats never produce a good argument for why Trump was a bad president?

I seen it all in my short life

What does life mean without death?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Is it okay if I sleep with my brother without my husband knowing?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

If my heart stopped beating, would I have enough energy to walk out into the other room 20 ft away before I passed out and died?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My wife has a bunch of really attractive friends, and she expects me to never say anything to her about how beautiful they are. Does this seem fair? I love my wife, and just commenting shouldn’t hurt anything, right?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Which brand is the best home slippers in the Middle East?

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Why do I have the impression that almost all questions about advertising the flat Earth theory come from people who don't believe in a flat Earth themselves and are just provoking?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Would you let your son wear leggings to school?

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What's the point of gender reassignment surgery which doesn't change a person's chromosomes?

“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'”

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

If it ain't

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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

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

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

Know your enemies

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I'll see you when I get there,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Mothership alien sorceress

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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”

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Movin objects mentally

Three months later we run our own caper,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I never knew my life mattered”

The other one don't understand me,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

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