What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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 it once, I do it twice,

I seen it all in my short life

Why do some people believe that Homelander would be no match for Superman or Thor?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

“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 grandmother deeded me her house before she passed last year. Her son still lives there refusing to move. What steps should I take to have him removed?

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Is Melania still angry that she failed as a model? Why is she so cold and hostile? Why did she blame everyone for her actions in her trite book?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Three months later we run our own caper,

Should we consider deporting democrats to Canada?

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

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

“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”

Why do flat Earthers run away like whipped dogs with their tails between their legs when asked simple questions that expose their delusions as fantasy?

“…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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Is anal sex allowed in Islam? It's not written anywhere in the Quran whether it's forbidden or not.

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Why do creationists ask for proof of evolution and then ignore the answers?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

What are the best Jewish jokes?

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

🌿🌻Why are Meghan and Harry not treated like royalty in the United States anymore?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Can you share the entire summary of your spiritual life?

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

If it ain't

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Mothership alien sorceress

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

“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”

Know your enemies

What does life mean without death?

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

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

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

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Who designed our DNA structure?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

Movin objects mentally

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do