What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

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

Why does a college girl cover her face with a scarf in Bangalore?

If it ain't

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

I'm a 27 year old male currently but I am going through going through gender dysphoria. Why do some transgender people (specifically transgender women since I see that the most) call themselves trannies or shemales? Aren't those offensive words?

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

How can I navigate a romantic relationship as a trans person, and what are some common challenges that I might face?

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

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

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

How good do you sing and how do you know this?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

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

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

“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”

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Why do people keep saying they have evidence and have presented it that proves you're wrong even though they have none and haven't presented anything? Furthermore, what do they think you're wrong about?

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

“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”

What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Can an astrologer predict that someone is in a physical relationship before marriage?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Do people have to be a pastor to baptize?

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Why is Bollywood failing?

“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'”

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

What is the best time for conception?

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Gangbangers that spit slang

If you could go back and rewrite the Legend of Korra, what would you change, and why?

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Three months later we run our own caper,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

“…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”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Movin objects mentally

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

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

“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”

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

I do it once, I do it twice,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Know your enemies

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“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 seen it all in my short life

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

What does life mean without death?

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

If it ain't

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

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

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

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

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

No smile is genuine or real,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

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

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Soldier with the gas-mask

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

The other one don't understand me,