What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I do it once, I do it twice,

What are your controversial and hot takes on Naruto?

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Me and my peeps is all trife

Which is a better option, a love marriage or an arranged marriage in India?

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Why do guys on dating apps often just first message "hey" or "hey how are you" instead of being more creative and unique? How do they think being a copycat will stand out?

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Scientists stunned as underwater volcano unleashes over a million giant eggs - Glass Almanac

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why don't I get sleep at nights?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

What are "the new net zero jobs of tomorrow" that SNP's Stephen Flynn says his party would create?

“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”

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

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

Why are black people seen as scary or a threat to some people?

What does life mean without death?

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

If it ain't

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Know your enemies

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

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

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

Why doesn’t the UK change their flag?

Three months later we run our own caper,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

“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”

Islam is definitely a very anti-LGBTQ religion, so why don't liberals ever stage pro-LGBTQ demonstrations at mosques or at the consulates/embassies of Muslim countries?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

If it ain't

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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”

“…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”

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

“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”

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Movin objects mentally

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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'”

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I seen it all in my short life

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Mothership alien sorceress

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

I'll see you when I get there,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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