What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

No smile is genuine or real,

If the world was flat, would it be possible to see Mount Everest if it was on the other side of the Earth on a clear sunny day?

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

What exactly is female squirting? Is it only urine or a combination of liquids?

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

How much does a doctor earn in Sweden per month?

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

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

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

Why is it after eating almonds when I’m occupied, I don’t feel mild itch, but as soon as I have nothing to do, I feel mildly itchy?

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

The other one don't understand me,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

What are the challenges associated with the birth narratives of Jesus?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

If you were a writer for HBO, how would you rewrite the final season of Game of Thrones?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Have you ever lied to your family? What were the circumstances?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

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I do it once, I do it twice,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Why are men today so pussiefied?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I seen it all in my short life

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

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“…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”

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

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

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

If it ain't

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Who designed our DNA structure?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

If it ain't

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Movin objects mentally

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

What does life mean without death?

Know your enemies

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

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

“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 never knew my life mattered”

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

“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”

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“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”

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“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'”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Mothership alien sorceress

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,