What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Is Father’s Day getting more respect? Depends on who you ask - AP News

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Report: New Development in Trey Hendrickson Contract Situation - Sports Illustrated

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Has Great Britain ever been considered a "hyper-power" like the United States or Russia are currently considered? If not, why?

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Why do some men love sucking cocks?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Experimental cholesterol pill cuts heart attack risk with 'convenient' once-daily dose - AOL.com

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Inside Sly and the Family Stone’s Great, Lost Live Album - Rolling Stone

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Could humans be selectively bred, like dogs, to create 2 subspecies that can no longer have offspring? Do I not understand selective breeding properly? Im not worried about the moral implications, just the science please.

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Do you ever feel like you are doing good, but would do better if people hadn’t blamed you or even bothered you? I have gotten lonely, but I always am up to something (creating my destiny).

“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”

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

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

Pokémon Fan Loses "20 Years Worth Of Data" After Performing Switch 2 Transfer - Nintendo Life

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Musk's Daring Gambit Has Managed to Do Something Remarkable: Alienate Democrats AND Republicans - futurism.com

What does life mean without death?

“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'”

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

How come Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday? That's not 3 days and three nights.

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

If it ain't

Three months later we run our own caper,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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

I seen it all in my short life

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Movin objects mentally

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

The other one don't understand me,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“…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”

Know your enemies

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

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

If it ain't

I never knew my life mattered”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy