What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Why do I like to eat my own cum?

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Is TikTok a creation of the porn industry? To make porn more normalized and accepted? So the porn industry doesn’t lose customers?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I do it once, I do it twice,

I'll see you when I get there,

Is there anything you did that you regret? If so, what is it, and why?

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Have you ever had a secret crush on anyone?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Is Trump a complete idiot?

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Mothership alien sorceress

What is something you have to share?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Is OnlyFans good or bad for the society? Why?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

If it ain't

Taking five minutes a day to do this can improve happiness, study finds - San Francisco Chronicle

“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'”

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

Know your enemies

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“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”

How do people who are deaf learn sign language? Is it typically taught by parents at a young age or are there programs available for learning it later in life?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

Thinking from a spiritual perspective, can we say that the journey in recovering from narcissistic abuse a battle of spiritual warfare? Any thoughts on this?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“…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”

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

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

If it ain't

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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”

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

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“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”

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Movin objects mentally

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

“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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I seen it all in my short life

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”