What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Why do guys have better skin than women even though women use more product?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

How was your JEE Advanced 2024 result?

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why are people nowadays so into anal sex?

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

How were cows used in ancient India?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“…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”

Why are we explaining today’s “climate change” as driven by human related “green house” gasses when natural “global warming” pushed sea level up to the “shores” of Topeka with no human contribution or even presence? Is Occam’s Rasor applied?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

How much of lounge pianists playing is from repertoire, and how much is improvised?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Do you find Anushka Sen attractive?

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

“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”

If it ain't

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Why do people stay in cults after they have joined?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Why are men obsessed with breasts and their size? I don't quite see women being obsessed with the penis - Why is this so?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

What's an uncomfortable truth you've learned to accept?

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Movin objects mentally

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“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”

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

I'll see you when I get there,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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,

If it ain't

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What does life mean without death?

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

I seen it all in my short life

The other one don't understand me,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

“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'”

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

“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”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Know your enemies

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

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