What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Where did the false claim that Haitian immigrants are eating pets come from?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Do you like high heels?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

PCIe 7.0 is coming, but not soon, and not for you - The Verge

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

When did Elon Musk fall from grace?

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

In bed, not in music, which is better, a drummer or a bass player?

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

“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”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Mets to call up Max Kranick to take Kodai Senga's roster spot - SNY

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

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

“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”

Is OnlyFans good or bad for the society? Why?

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Why do entitled people demand that I pick up after my doggo when he goes to the bathroom? Do they not know that doggy doo decomposes & feeds the plants?

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

If it ain't

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Why are people becoming increasingly hostile to pro-lifers? I am pro-life.

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Do you have pics of the wife making out with another guy?

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Can you tell me a depressing story?

If it ain't

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

Bruins acquire former first-round pick in trade with Blackhawks - Boston.com

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What makes females believe or think abortions are part of a woman’s rights?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

“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'”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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”

I'll see you when I get there,

“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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

The other one don't understand me,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Who designed our DNA structure?

No smile is genuine or real,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Movin objects mentally

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Know your enemies

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I seen it all in my short life

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Mothership alien sorceress

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I never knew my life mattered”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

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

What does life mean without death?

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“…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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,