Shoot em ta Hell (THE GUNS OF INFINITY Book 1)

Still do at times. And when I really immerse myself in it, my heart rate quickens, I flush, my fists clench. All those plans for Hitler, the most evil person in history, the soul most deserving of punishment. But there is a big problem. In other words, I have a confused array of feelings and thoughts about violence, aggression, and competition. Just like most humans.

To preach from an obvious soapbox, our species has problems with violence. We have the means to create thousands of mushroom clouds; shower heads and subway ventilation systems have carried poison gas, letters have carried anthrax, passenger planes have become weapons; mass rapes can constitute a military strategy; bombs go off in markets, schoolchildren with guns massacre other children; there are neighborhoods where everyone from pizza delivery guys to firefighters fears for their safety.

And there are the subtler versions of violence—say, a childhood of growing up abused, or the effects on a minority people when the symbols of the majority shout domination and menace. We are always shadowed by the threat of other humans harming us. If that were solely the way things are, violence would be an easy problem to approach intellectually. Schizophrenia, cancer, malnutrition, flesh- eating bacteria, global warming, comets hitting earth— ditto. Sometimes we have no problem with it at all. We hate and fear the wrong kind of violence, violence in the wrong context.

Because violence in the right context is different. We pay good money to watch it in a stadium, we teach our kids to fight back, we feel proud when, in creaky middle age, we manage a dirty hip- check in a weekend basketball game. Our conversations are filled with military metaphors— we rally the troops after our ideas get shot down.

Toward the end, Kasparov had to oppose threats of violence with more of the same. It is the ambiguity of violence, that we can pull a trigger as an act of hideous aggression or of self- sacrificing love, that is so challenging. As a result, violence will always be a part of the human experience that is profoundly hard to understand.

This book explores the biology of violence, aggression, and competition—the behaviors and the impulses behind them, the acts of individuals, groups, and states, and when these are bad or good things. It is a book about the ways in which humans harm one another. But it is also a book about the ways in which people do the opposite. What does biology teach us about cooperation, affiliation, reconciliation, empathy, and altruism? The book has a number of personal roots.

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One is that, having had blessedly little personal exposure to violence in my life, the entire phenomenon scares the crap out of me. Knocked on her window, didn't wanna wake her parents. Came to the door and the bitch was just starin' Scarface - Come on girl.

Yo what the fuck is up? Girl - Why you rushing? Scarface - You rollin' with a nigga bitch or what? Walked out lookin' kinda sexy, jumped in the vehicle, and you know what happened next D. Took her about an hour to get hot, but once I got her started it was hard to make her stop. She started making noises, and then the heavy breathing, I started suckin' the tits, and rubbin' the pussy.

Easy Ha ha ha, yeah. She was more like beggin', and pleadin' for the fuckin', unzipped my trousers, and then started suckin'. Had me sayin' shit, I grabbed her by the sweater, she wanna lick my booty, I guess I better let her. Once I came I didn't want the bitch to kiss me, she thought I wanted a long one but I only wanted a Quickie. Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Word. Drove her back home, she was lookin' kind of frantic.

I gave the bitch some dick, I couldn't understand it. Scarface - Ay yo, what's the problem? Girl - I didn't even cum, I shoulda stayed home.

Scarface - Yeah, but I'da still got me some. Pull it together, get your shit and go. She looked me in my eyes, shook her head and said NO. She'd of killed me if I didn't fuck her right, so I got on that ass and fucked the pussy all night. She was cumming hectic two nuts at a time, it really didn't mater, cuz man, this bitch was fine. She was slippin' off the seat so I caught her, The girl had the looks that made me wanna fuck her harder, grabbed me by my head, she was moanin' and prayin', opened up some more, and fucked her in the ass.

The bitch was gettin' married, but all that shit was fine, I gave the girl a fuckin' that would last a life time. Oooooh, when I get home, my girl is gonna get me, it turned into a long one but I only wanted a Quickie. But i dont think he writes his own shit I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said your moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air ": And I see why hip hop is all fukked up.

No worldplay, no metaphors or similies, no complexities what so ever. Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin?

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Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggaz is trippin Bustin shots like pimpin pimpin hit you in your hip and hip and take your Bills like Clinton Clinton nigga I ain't bullshittin You must be lost - thinkin Jersey niggaz is soft I should whip out on your niggaz - make you take your rings off Now take your fuckin jeans off, for thinkin that we soft Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you're constipated - what?

Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime Joell Ortiz was my other choice on the Slaughterhouse cut "Hip-Hop prayed and brought Pun right back" Dre's a damn fool for letting this dude go. Sickest Verse not Sickest Short Story Im staten Islands best son fuck what ya herd. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame!!

Like Rolling Stone said: ODB walks the thin line between genius and homeless. Scram Jones - Liquid Heat lyrics. LMFAO wackest ish ever. I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels She come to scoop me, I chill Leave streets alone for a sec Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech Uh.

Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The puba of the styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock DJ Art Pumpin Payne 7: The 1st one is by Rakim, "Critics and biters don't know where my source of light is, I still leave authors and writers with arthirits". The 2nd is by Kool G Rap, "I got rappers hangin off my 2 nuts like they was put there my the members of the klu klux".

No holds barred, it's time to get scarred You and your squad better praise the real God The undertaker, droppin' thunder on fakers When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka So lay the mic down slow and careful Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful A clip to slip in and start rippin' Divin' and dippin' and givin punks a whippin' aww shit Just in case you wanna go a few rounds or so I'm down so that you clowns'll know Me gettin burnt or hurt won't be tolerated I got rhymes up the huh forget it I'm constipated L! He accidentally said something really cool. And I decided to share it here: Were killing all these freaking levels, girl go in the kitchen and make me fruity pebbles.

He didn't finish it because after he said that he started laughing XD Here's a link to the vid that he said this in and the time Watch www. DJ Matty Stiles That brother struck again" Rakim Off The Books" feat. The Beatnuts, Cuban Link [Big Punisher] Hey yo it's all love, but love's got a thin line and Pun's got a big nine, respect crime but not when it reflect mine The shit I'm on is wrong but it lasts long Pull a fast one, then Pun'll wake up, with the stash gone I'm mad strong, and my cream is fast Smoke the greenest grass, my bitch got the meanest ass and a taste legit, I don't have to waste a whole case of Crist' All it takes is my pretty face and my gangsta wit Lace the click, cause we all share It's all fair like love and war, thug galore with the long hair Big Pun, Pun the name that makes the kids run Like spelling murder reverse it deliver redrum Come one, come all, if you wanna brawl I'm the mighty Thor clotheslining motherfuckers like Steven Segall Cause all you gonna get, is your ass kicked or up in a casket That's it that's it?

That's it [Cuban Link] Punisher bash it, at last it's, rappers that really blast shit Cats getting Big Willie niggaz like Billy Bathgate Up in Jimmy's Cafe, havin caviar Crackin Cristal at the bar, smokin cigars, livin large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I'm one hell of a guy, fly pelican fly [JuJu] Whattup Duke-o, you know, politickin papi chuco I'm out here, watching for Jake, getting this loot though Shoot bro, I got a waterproof suit yo Swervin like a A.

Apache] Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain't got shit to lose Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up! If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame Handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle name You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick I know who'll getcha quick Who? Tell me, is this some type of tournament?

I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best Leaves with a below footprint on his chest Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck Head found in the bar of a limosuine The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon I told you I'm out to stalk, Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk Apache, that's me, I'm gettin rappers' ass 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 If I was deaf Line is just retarded.

Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke The faggot took the back way So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus I got more glocks and techs than you I make it hot Nigga won't even stand next to you Nigga touch me you better bust me tree times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so.

My mom wasn't happy with the title or album cover. Figure u would buy something called Criminal Minded Parents just don't understand.

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Beauty of that cassette was no need to fast forward. Kids don't know how important it was to listen to a good album without trying to just forward to your favorite song or the one hit. And then u has to dub it for all your cousins and homeboys. Don't fool around unless he wanna date. You can call Allstate cuz I make my own bank and I fill my own tank.

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And he ain't cute Unless I downed a couple drinks! He hit me up "Hey, Ashley! He trying to do the nasty. I'm drunk gonna put it past me but these sober thots harass me! I'm having raven visions! Your girl say she a christian! But that ain't what preaching on your dick she be screaming!!!! DJ Matty Stiles 2: When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep uh You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You're fucking with me, nigga? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it.

But we ain't singing, We bringing drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion Well this is how we gonna' do this: And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too. You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.

We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but killers And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist fuck 'em.

We Bad Boy killers. Time to get it, now you did it, tryin to spit it You don't fit it, ask the critics, already did it, skipped the gimmicks I don't mimic, metaphysics, you'll admit it, better to live it better to give it, so I spit it every minute so you get it My lyric is wicked an' full of culture y'all Huh? Battle, nah - get back in your car Either you never heard of me or you really wanna get with me But as your teacher let me test you for a learning disability You feeling me?

You're better off dead Let me not amp you up, cause this style you can't do what My stomach can take it and your stomach it'll cramp you up This is, breath control, breath control stylee I get up all in that ass that [? Racial gain causes pain need a new step and in your hearts and mind never forget Yusef. Hawkins and when your walkin know what you sportin. Black on black remember that it's important! That ain't got nothin' to do with rap!!! And where my army at? Rather attack than not react Back to beats it don't reflect On how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll Whether your project's put on hold But in the real world These just people with ideas They just like me and you When the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world world It's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions And my woman's disrespected If you check 1, 2, My word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do If that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high Then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire Wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it.

DJ Donnie B 9: Nah I had to stick my boys in, Jaysaun and Slaine go head and pick your poison, Jet black Lincoln 6 4 suicide doors, razor blade and a straw with like whores, We maneuver these Dominican squads, Who got nostrils like vacuums to maneuver that Peruvian raw, Roll with the team desert eag infrared beam, Move sloppily you'll probably get your broccoli steamed, Or a hollow to digs out the seed in your Avocado, My philosophy and you don't need Plato or Aristotle So damnit Preemo, that's why the fam as we know, Is gully in the streets and we keep it uglier than Janet Reno, Pieces of verses from 'Main Event' by Special Teamz.

I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all! I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, Cuz it's sort of Beware, it's the reanamator! A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend My DJ cuts material It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me, It's inherited, it's runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back, If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack.

Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off! Ladies and Gentleman, You're about to see A pasttime hobby about to be Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one- Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder!

So close your eyes and hold your breath, And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend That joint is sick as hizell. Sick of slang, sick of half ass award shows, sick of name brand clothes.

Sick of swoll head rappers with their sicker than raps, clappers of gats, making the whole sick world collapse the facts are gettin sick, even sicker perhaps! People love the Dawg the the kids love Barney! Phife - Keep it Rollin R. When he sings he kills pretty much everything else, including any awesomeness that might have been in the vicinity. Even though he might not be quick on his feet or cut out to battle, i dont see how any one can say he's not one of the greatest I guess that's possible. Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog Me, I want a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin' floor With ten per cent left to those who bloodsuck the poor And still I keep it funky like four plus one more Get this money like 'In God We Trust', trust your boy It's a given, livin' this life like it was written Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime Method Man.

Lauren Hill in Ready or Not. Always loved this verse.

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James Brown's got the beat nah nah nah nah nah Drop your drawers and follow me nah nah nah nah nah To the bushes we shall go nah nah nah nah nah Where we shall strip our clothes nah nah nah nah nah Won't your mother be disgusted nah nah nah nah nah When she sees your pussy busted nah nah nah nah nah Won't your father be suprised nah nah nah nah nah When he sees your booty rise.

Major Payne like Damon Wayans!

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Flippin jobs payin car notes While I'm swimmin in your women like the breast stroke! Right stroke, left stroke what's the best stroke? Tongue all down her throat! Nothin left to do but send he home to you I'm through. Can you sing a song for me boo? I get more butt than ash trays Fuck a fair one I get mine the fast way The ski mask way Ransom notes far from handsome but damn a nigga tote more guns than roses Foes is shaking in their boots invisible bullies like the Gooch Disappear, vamoose SOLD but not for nearly what it was worth think back 26 years be like, what if his birth was a miscarriage and I never existed have I given something that if taken away you would have missed it?

Didn't know but I persisted It was the call of the wild I merely say what's in my heart and you call it a style Don't put it in a cage Don't mistreat it You say you hunger for knowledge Here it is. I live life do or die Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy Prodigy turning niggas to proteges My protege I advise ya ass to make way Make way First off Drake sucks. He is garbage and has nothing to do with rap. Rap died shortly after Tupac and Biggie died. There were others, Gangstar, Blackalicious, Wu-Tang that were still great.

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But it was a dying general. The best rap comes from the 90s think Nate Dogg, Warren G and personally one of my favorites was DJ Quik Dollars and sense, a dis track to MC Eiht back when dis tracks actually called other rappers out by name. But Canibus' second verse on B. When brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?

I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up? I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep your head up -Staring From My Rearview- Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to? While you thinking I see you lost up in my rearview -Hold On Be Strong- I know them ain't tears comin' down your face Wipe your eyes In this world, only the strong survive, you know?

Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own You know? You got to stand strong And when these bustas try to knock you out your place You stand there to they face Tell 'em "Hold on! All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong When things get bad Especially come the first and the fifteenth Stay strong, and stay ballin', hold on I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic by Tupac Shakur. My bitch been said it. That's why I should've let your best friend get it. We went on trips you bought Chanel But money ain't shit when you soft as hell "F Boy" trina.

Boston Hit him with a bullet from a. Precision with a verse draws a crowd I draw a line between easy melody And piece of mind I keep the game tweaked Freak the same to its own thing Spit the plain pain Econolines for the dime class Its a god damn recession Show a little respect You Pfizer babies Look how they hate Pilled out Bounce they liver off they top eight Who got a fix for the fix Bush no more Nobody's like "Dufrane, search party of four" Tell me Who's eatin? I mean well Who's beaten shell toes kick a hole in who's Cheatin hell Need it while you can Serve get swerved get sleep Buy it up c'mon They out for presidents to represent them You think a president could represent you?

You really think a president would represent you? Maybe too much of a good thing, huh? Me or the money, what you loyal to?