What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Why are daughters mean to their mothers?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I’m 17 and looking for a girl. What do I do?

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Who designed our DNA structure?

What do you think of Andrew Tate?

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

“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”

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

What is your review of working in EY?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

What are the consequences of being addicted to something? Is it considered wrong to have an addiction?

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Why do people have trouble accepting the very true fact that "The Blue Marble" photo of Earth is a composite and therefore (just like every other subsequent "picture" of Earth NASA has ever shown us) not a real photo but computer generated?

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

How did you as a human being change while growing up?

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Can I use ChatGPT to get chapter ideas? I’ll be writing it with my own words but I just get writer’s block when it comes to what to write?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

What do you think about Matt Gatz as an attorney general?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

What does life mean without death?

Have you ever been instructed/forced to crossdress for the benefit of others?

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

How do you leave a relationship when you are still in love?

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

If it ain't

Are there any real-life examples of prisoners who escaped from hospitals and were never caught?

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“…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”

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

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

Movin objects mentally

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I'll see you when I get there,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

“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”

Three months later we run our own caper,

The other one don't understand me,

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

I seen it all in my short life

“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'”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Know your enemies

Soldier with the gas-mask

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

“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”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

If it ain't

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,