What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

What are some common examples of human hypocrisy?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Soldier with the gas-mask

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Molestiae omnis voluptatem sed assumenda et.

If it ain't

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

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

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But there's no dollars for nothin else,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Three months later we run our own caper,

I'll see you when I get there,

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

What is something you want to "get off your chest"?

The other one don't understand me,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Movin objects mentally

Know your enemies

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

“…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,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Mothership alien sorceress

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

“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'”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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 never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

“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”

What does life mean without death?

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

If it ain't

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I do it once, I do it twice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

“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”

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

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