What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

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

What do you think of Vance using a clip of an embarrassed teenager from almost 20 years ago in an attempt to bully Kamala Harris?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

How do you handle family members who ask for handouts?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Why do so many guys love anime girls?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Mothership alien sorceress

What are 10 interesting facts about you?

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

How do you leave a relationship when you are still in love?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I seen it all in my short life

Dark matter 'lampshades' dimming stars could solve one of the greatest scientific mysteries - Space

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

What did your best friend do that ended your friendship?

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

What were Hitler’s habits?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

My boyfriend wants to break up over too many petty arguments. To me, they are molehills because I truly love him & don't really think twice about them. If he loved me would he work through it?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Why are fewer English people going to their local pubs for a drink? Are they aware that many pubs are shutting down due to lack of customers?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

What does life mean without death?

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

If it ain't

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

“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”

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

“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'”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Three months later we run our own caper,

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

The other one don't understand me,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“…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 do it once, I do it twice,

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

Know your enemies

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

Movin objects mentally

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

If it ain't

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

“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”

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

No smile is genuine or real,

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