What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Movin objects mentally

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

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

Can men enjoy receiving anal sex?

If it ain't

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Me and my peeps is all trife

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Know your enemies

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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No smile is genuine or real,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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“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”

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

What is one thing nice you did for someone today or something they did for you?

Who designed our DNA structure?

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Why do doctors refuse HRT to menopausal women but hand them out to trans people?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

If it ain't

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Gangbangers that spit slang

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I'll see you when I get there,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

“…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”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Mothership alien sorceress

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

“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”

“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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

“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'”