What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Movin objects mentally

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Why is Bollywood failing?

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Who designed our DNA structure?

Why do I get spun and then want big fat cocks to suck?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Know your enemies

“…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”

What should you answer when someone says to you in French, "au plaisir de vous revoir"?

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

What are some photos of female sexual organs?

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

What would TERFs do if there weren't such a thing as being transgender? Who would be their target?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Was Daenerys' downfall inevitable after she left Meereen in Game of Thrones?

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

What do you think is the most powerful line in the song "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" by Édith Piaf?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Why do people smoke?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

There is any scientific evidence that we live in a sphere. Why do others say that we lives in a flat Earth but there is no evidence that they have proven the existence of a flat earth?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Why do people who aren't trans feel the need to put pronouns next to their name or picture? It seems so cringeworthy to me, to participate in that SJW paradigm of thought, like they are a spineless person who just goes along with the trends.

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

“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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

“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'”

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

If it ain't

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Me and my peeps is all trife

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

I'll see you when I get there,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I seen it all in my short life

“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”

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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”

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“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”

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

What does life mean without death?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

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

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,