What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

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

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

What has been your best sexual experience?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Why would a girl not want you to know she has a crush on you?

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

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

What were some of the unforgettable incidents from your school life?

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

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Boulder County resident exposed Flatiron Flyer passengers to measles - The Denver Post

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

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

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

Are you more of a butt guy or a boob guy?

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

“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”

What are the different celebrity lists (A-list, B-list, C-list, D-list)? How does one become a part of these lists and move up or down in status?

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Laser weapons and ecstasy

What are the types of values?

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If it ain't

What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?

Gangbangers that spit slang

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

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

If I get served by someone else's papers, am I legally required to inform the person that they got served, or the court that they served the wrong person?

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

I seen it all in my short life

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

Can you summarize season 1 of "The Acolyte"?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

Why do some men like anal sex?

“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”

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

What’s the craziest thing you’ve heard pretending to be asleep?

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I do it once, I do it twice,

What do flat earthers think about Antarctica?

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

“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”

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

The other one don't understand me,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

Movin objects mentally

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

I never knew my life mattered”

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

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

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

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

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

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

No smile is genuine or real,

“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'”

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

What does life mean without death?

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Who designed our DNA structure?

“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”

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

Know your enemies

I'll see you when I get there,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

“…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”