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My Summer Vacation

Ice Cube

...For Persons with DJ Abilities

2000

the plane 
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers 
Rented a car at wholesale 
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel 
Unpacked and I grab

the booth when mi a voice mi tunes ,
Due to the style Weh mi use dem need a Bible soon .
That’s a eulogy Too legit Neva confuse mi wid Foolishness mi say

empty
I tolerated the endless pain that was on my mind
I obeyed the voices yet my actions left me behind
My destiny was replaced by fate
My mentality was

and dreams
Mi si mi goal and guh fi it
Them nuh believe, but mi Neva Stop try
My god naah guh pass I by
Him is the tears wah mi cry at Night
Mi wi a grow now

to create this pretty walls that can't be broken 

Sometimes I let the pain talk cos this rage from my voices will leave you swollen

Shout to the most high

and crumbles 
There will be words spoken in condolence
While the people shall stand in victory reminiscing about those stolen moments
So throw down your arms

rich before poor

Where most of us settle. Broke in ghettos
Dope as the devil, Coke in the kettles. No hope on these levels
Dirt dosed by the shovel.

we abide
In the midst of the madness, His voice we hear
Guiding us through the darkness, dispelling every fear
Here in the streets, where the struggle

if I drip joy with me
Jah blessings on my back timing and grace be the key

Chikaodili kaodili once a hustler
Dedicated to the streets only child

who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me

a different universe

My voice cuts through the mix, it's done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race,

striving on these dark phases
All them niggas faking I dont really know who to trust lately
Will I ever make it
I'm running out of Patience

Voices in my

smiled 
You have to take a moment 
And appreciate your past

Say say say say 
Ah

There comes a time 
When you have to look up to the sky 
And thank Jah

the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie

we voices like dem dreams get fulfil
Massa menimeni passa menimeni colda menimeni chill
Idle we nah sekkle we nah ova da hill
Wah de want come see

The Now

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

on the daily ghetto basis
In order to drop jewels I stay clear of the racists
Heavy promises became weightless
Sincerity became faintless
He's praying for

Mo' Bass

U.T.F.O.

Lethal

1987

the bass of a drum?) Yo, that type of bass drum
Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc)
Now that that's straight it's my turn

be yours
And I swear I go dey by yourside
Girl give me your trust
I'll give you my love we'll aim for the stars

Adwoa Adwoa, Adwoa Adwoa
Adwoa ɛyɛ woa

droves from miles away and ai shine 
When the skies are grey 
By the way 
I'm a (hustler) you know I'm a find a way 
I got the (muffler) I ain't got time

I Lift my hands and praise
So I'm busy busy busy now
You can tell by my fruits that I'm saved
Lemon squeeze with the business I rebuke all the smoke

Ring the Alarm

Fu-Schnickens

F.U. Don't Take It Personal

1992

lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue

Pimp Without a Caddy

Tone-Loc

Cool Hand Loc

1991

and on and on with that, huh

(Tell em what it's all about)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped with a gat

Cabo loops
Started chopping up some real samples,
My 3rd eye spot spies, yeah I'm guided in my temple
By the angels of the Most High, Jah Rastafari
I cut

We been killing our own brothers since Abel died by Cain
But I heard a voice commanding me and saying
Lazarus
ARise break from out your chains !