What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Is there anything wrong with me because I'm still single?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Why do narcissist move on so easily?

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

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

Know your enemies

What are the potential economic consequences of the U.S. following Europe's lead on climate policies, as discussed in the article?

“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”

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

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

Why isn't bestiality illegal in most states? If children can't consent, then animals DEFINITELY can't consent. Why is being a pedophile a crime but zoophilia is not?

If it ain't

Mothership alien sorceress

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Why do people keep complaining about how some people copy and paste the question before answering it? To me, it's very disturbing and makes me want to block and mute them as annoying whiners.

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Am I the bitch for never wanting to talk to my sister again because of something she said while talking back to me?

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Why cant I ever fall asleep with my boyfriend?

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Are there any nude pictures of women with big tits?

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

In my experience, British people are fat, ugly and arrogant. Why is it and can it be changed?

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

What caused the stock market to crash?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Movin objects mentally

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

If it ain't

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I never knew my life mattered”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“…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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I seen it all in my short life

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I'll see you when I get there,

“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'”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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”

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,