What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Why does Filipino culture dictate that parents should be treated as gods?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

How did you react when your doctor ordered a colonoscopy?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

What if Supergirl was a baby and not a teenager when she left Krypton? Who do you think will find her? What do you think things would be like?

Movin objects mentally

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why do so many people find Kakashi's character so appealing and inspirational?

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

I seen it all in my short life

I’m a man. Why do I always fantasize about men’s cock? I don’t want a relationship with the man, I just want to suck his cock.

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

Know your enemies

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Would you let your partner cheat on you every now and again?

Who designed our DNA structure?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

Microsoft lays off hundreds of WA workers, weeks after companywide cuts - The Seattle Times

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

What happened to the American Russell Bentley from Texas that was fighting for the pro-Russian commies?

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Europe stock markets fall after Trump doubles steel tariffs - CNBC

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

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

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

Why do women consider 80% of men as unattractive?

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Why is our generation so unhappy?

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Me and my peeps is all trife

What do you think of the controls that will be set up over information flows at Taiwan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs' missions?

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Why do I sweat a great deal while exercising the same on some days and not so much on others?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

The other one don't understand me,

“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”

SpaceX launches 500th orbital Falcon rocket on 15th anniversary of the Falcon 9 - Spaceflight Now

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Soldier with the gas-mask

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

If it ain't

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

What does life mean without death?

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

If it ain't

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“…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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

“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 in a bad place; who do I trust?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies