What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

The other one don't understand me,

“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'”

What is your review of Kota Factory Season 3 (TVF Original)?

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Japanese culture: Is it true adult adoption is common in Japan?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

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

What's your wildest & weirdest fantasy?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

What started the whole idea of femboys? What is the whole point of a femboy? Did a boy or a man just randomly start dressing or acting feminine or something?

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

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

Have you had any paranormal activity situations happen personally to you or someone you know?

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Does Donald Trump have low self-esteem?

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

“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”

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

How far does good behavior take you in a prison?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

What kind of pleasure do gay men get from being bottom? The idea is very appealing to me but in practice it's quite painful.

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

What would have happened if Shin was a good movie instead of a bad one?

If it ain't

What does life mean without death?

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

Have you ever accidentally seen your mother-in-law doing something that was private to her?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

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

“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”

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

I seen it all in my short life

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

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

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

“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”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Movin objects mentally

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Who designed our DNA structure?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

No smile is genuine or real,

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

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

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

Know your enemies

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

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

“…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”

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

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

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

I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

If it ain't

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

“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”

Soldier with the gas-mask

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I'll see you when I get there,

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

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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