What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Indiana Pacers assistant Lloyd Pierce taking lessons for next opportunity as head coach - Andscape

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

If it ain't

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Screen time and physical activity habits linked to adolescent stress and depression - PsyPost

“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”

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Marc Maron to End His Long-Running WTF Podcast - Pitchfork

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jamie Dimon says he wouldn't count on China folding under Trump's tariffs: 'They're not scared, folks.' - Business Insider

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“…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”

Do humans know everything they need to know?

I do it once, I do it twice,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

How are max different from medical and minimum security prisons?

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Nintendo Switch update 20.1.1 out now, patch notes - Nintendo Everything

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What happened to The Simpsons deleted onscreen footage?

I seen it all in my short life

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Why do some people tell the girl I like that I don’t like her when I do like her?

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

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

I'll see you when I get there,

Trump is forcing this dirty, costly coal plant to stay open - The Washington Post

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Reveal alien tribal culture,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Me and my peeps is all trife

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

“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'”

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

If it ain't

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Know your enemies

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Movin objects mentally

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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”

Mothership alien sorceress

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I never knew my life mattered”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Soldier with the gas-mask