What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“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'”

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

How do you write a letter to your uncle who sent you money for your birthday outfit?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

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

Do you find Anushka Sen attractive?

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

What Wilson said about Logan Gilbert’s second rehab start - Seattle Sports

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Who designed our DNA structure?

Can Djokovic climb the mountain? - Roland Garros

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

How were cows used in ancient India?

“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”

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

Can you provide a list of cities named after animals and the animals they were named after?

Soldier with the gas-mask

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

General framework bridges quantum thermodynamics and non-Markovianity - Phys.org

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

Why doesn’t the UK change their flag?

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I never knew my life mattered”

What are some creepy bestiality-promoting questions obviously asked for sexual gratification?

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

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

What does life mean without death?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“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,

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

“…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”

Know your enemies

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Movin objects mentally

I do it once, I do it twice,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

No smile is genuine or real,

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

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

If it ain't

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Gangbangers that spit slang

If it ain't

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

I seen it all in my short life

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

The other one don't understand me,

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I'll see you when I get there,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,