What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

What did someone say to you that instantly made you realize their life was in danger?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

Do you like high heels?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Do you believe that the portrayal of smoking in films and music videos contributes to the glamorization of cigarettes in society?

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

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

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

How can I decorate my house creatively?

No smile is genuine or real,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

Why is money considered to be the root of all evil?

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Do women wear undies under leggings?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

How long can someone with narcissistic tendencies maintain a facade of fake love before their true self is revealed? Is there a specific trigger or amount of time that causes them to reveal their true nature?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Do you know of a female masseuse that does door-to-door service in Bangalore?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

“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”

Do Republicans realize that the power of the people is invested in 'representative government'? If so, why did they elect a pathological liar?

“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'”

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

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

What’s a historical event you wish more people talked about?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

How do I complain on a boy coming to marriage with me without my involvement despite no connection with him though he had an illegal affair?

“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”

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

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

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?

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Me and my peeps is all trife

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

If it ain't

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

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

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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If it ain't

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Movin objects mentally

I do it once, I do it twice,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Mothership alien sorceress

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“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”

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

“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”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

The other one don't understand me,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Know your enemies

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Until we realized how to get the real money;

“…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 never knew my life mattered”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,