What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Why would an older small breed dog become obsessive about hygiene?

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

What's a band that is really popular that you don't like? Why?

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”

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

What is the opposite personality type of someone with ASPD (antisocial personality disorder)?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

Can men and women be friends?

Soldier with the gas-mask

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

What do you do when you are struggling to fall asleep?

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

What is the dirtiest city in India?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Why are Christians quick to say that there are a lot the gay Christians that exist NOW and use that to pretend that Christianity is just loving to gays when the last 40 years of my life they been horrible?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Why is only the left side of my vagina bleeding, on and off?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Proposed NASA radio probe could use gravity 'lumpiness' to reveal the insides of alien worlds - Space

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

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

“…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”

Why is the band Nickelback unliked so much?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Is there anything wrong with me because I'm still single?

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

“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”

Gangbangers that spit slang

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

“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'”

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

What does life mean without death?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Who designed our DNA structure?

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Movin objects mentally

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Know your enemies

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

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

The other one don't understand me,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

I never knew my life mattered”

“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”

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

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

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

If it ain't

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I do it once, I do it twice,

If it ain't

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

I'll see you when I get there,