What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Does CloudFlare protect blackhat sites from DDOS attacks?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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'”

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

What do you like the most about black people?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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I'll see you when I get there,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

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

Why are American university students fine with sharing a room?

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

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

Why do some men love sucking cocks?

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

If it ain't

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

The other one don't understand me,

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

“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”

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I never knew my life mattered”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

I seen it all in my short life

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

“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”

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his 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”

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

If it ain't

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Know your enemies

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

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Movin objects mentally

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

“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”

Who designed our DNA structure?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

What does life mean without death?

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“…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”