What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

What are some effective ways to cope with loss and grief?

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Has your wife made you a cuckold?

No smile is genuine or real,

Movin objects mentally

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

What are some tips for a girl with low self-esteem to start dating?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

How can we understand the mind of a Trump supporter?

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

What makes you think that former U.S. President Donald Trump's legal team has already been laying the groundwork for an appeal in the hush money trial?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

What is the naughtiest fantasy that you've lived out?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

What is the Replika app, and how does it work?

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

Know your enemies

Soldier with the gas-mask

How do you say "I don't speak French yet, but I hope to speak it well one day. It would be a pleasure to learn French with you. Would you like to teach me French?" in French? Could you add audio?

“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”

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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.

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

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Have you ever had your crush reject you, and then later you all dated and married?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

What would be the lowest score with 9 strikes and no gutter balls?

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

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

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

How do you deal with neighbors who are always telling you what to do?

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

If it ain't

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I'll see you when I get there,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

“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 seen it all in my short life

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

If it ain't

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

“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'”

“…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”

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

“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”

What does life mean without death?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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