What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

Should a male with long hair comb his hair daily?

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

“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”

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Mariners' vibes turn ugly after sweep: 'Nobody feels sorry for us' - The Seattle Times

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

How one of San Francisco's most successful new chains 'just kind of happened' - SFGATE

Soldier with the gas-mask

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

‘I’m a Delicate Guy’: Chris Evans on Sharing His Sensitive Side in ‘Materialists’ - Rolling Stone

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Do Brits realize that Andrew Tate is the one who will liberate their country from tyranny by becoming prime minister?

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

Starliner future plans still in limbo - SpaceNews

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I seen it all in my short life

Space pebbles and rocks play pivotal role in giant planet's formation - Phys.org

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

“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”

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

Are there any good YA romantasy/regular romance books for Christians? (preferably romantasy if possible)

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Why would a spouse cheat if the marriage is good?

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

Have Dakota Johnson and Chris Martin Consciously Uncoupled? - The Cut

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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'”

When did washing a dog exhaust you very quickly?

I never knew my life mattered”

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Is a man over 50 not married no kids a red flag?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

“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”

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

If it ain't

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Movin objects mentally

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

The other one don't understand me,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

No smile is genuine or real,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“…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”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

“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”

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I'll see you when I get there,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Know your enemies

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

If it ain't

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

What does life mean without death?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,