What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Why is our generation so unhappy?

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Soldier with the gas-mask

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

He said he loves me, but why is it difficult for him to leave his wife?

“…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”

“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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

In your opinion, what is the worst rock band in history and why do you think they gained a large following?

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

What’s the saddest thing you’ve seen at your job?

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

Can it be true that people know your name, not your story, they’ve heard what you’ve done, but not what you’ve been through, so take their opinions of you with a grain of salt?

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Movin objects mentally

What are the pros and cons of a prospective bride/groom not having any siblings?

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

Aaron Judge's 469-Foot Home Run in Kansas City Left Baseball World in Disbelief - Sports Illustrated

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

What is the reason behind some people wearing trunks instead of speedos when swimming in pools?

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

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

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

What's your take on Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? How has it affected you?

“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”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

Why do black people prefer thick, curvy women?

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“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”

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Know your enemies

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

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

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Who designed our DNA structure?

The other one don't understand me,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

I seen it all in my short life

If it ain't

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

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

What does life mean without death?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

“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'”

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

No smile is genuine or real,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

If it ain't

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Gangbangers that spit slang