What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

What is the most memorable thing that happened in your college days?

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Why do wives cheat on their loyal husbands?

No smile is genuine or real,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Why do many women like tall men?

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Do dogs feel love?

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Should we consider deporting democrats to Canada?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I'll see you when I get there,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

What is the word for truth and its meaning in Koine Greek?

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

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

“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”

Why do older men like to get anal sex?

“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

What are the strangest parts of The Bible?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Movin objects mentally

Know your enemies

Do older men realize that younger women usually do not prefer them?

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

What is the most gay experience with your dad?

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

What is the story behind bhai dooj?

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

What does life mean without death?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Me and my peeps is all trife

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

The other one don't understand me,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

If it ain't

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Mothership alien sorceress

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I seen it all in my short life

If it ain't

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

“…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”

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

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

“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'”

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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