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Ice Cube

O'Shea Jackson (born June 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Ice Cube, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, screenwriter, film producer, and director. He began his career as a member of the hip hop group C.I.A. and later joined the rap group N.W.A (Niggas With Attitudes). After leaving N.W.A in December 1989, he built a successful solo career in music, and also as a writer, director, actor and producer in cinema. Additionally, he has served as one of the producers of the Showtime television series Barbershop and the TBS series Are We There Yet?, both of which are based upon films in which he portrayed the lead character. more »

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1991

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Could you tell me who released our animal instinct? 
And the white man sittin' there tickled pink
Laughin' at us on the avenue 
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew 
We can't enjoy ourselves 
Too busy jealous
At each other's wealth 
Commin' up is just in me 
But the Black community is full of envy 
Too much back stabbin' 
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin' 
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood 
Build a store, and sell their goods 
To the county recips
You know us po niggas, nappy hair and big lips? 
Four or five babies on your crotch 
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out? 
We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys 
To the average bigot, redneck honky 
You say comin' up is a must 
But before we can come up, take a look at US 

Break em off some

And all y'all dope-dealers
Your as bad as the po-lice cause ya kill us 
You got rich when you started slangin' dope 
But you ain't built us a supermarket 
So when can spend our money with the blacks 
Too busy buyin' gold an' Caddilacs 
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin' 
Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did 
For four hundred years, I got four hundred tears for four hundred peers 
Died last year from gang-related crimes 
That's why I got gang-related rhymes 
But when I do a show ta kick some facts 
Us Blacks don't know how ta act 
Sometimes I believe the hype, man 
We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man 
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo 
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you 
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice 
No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice 
And y'all sit and scream and cuss
But there's no one ta blame, but US 

Break em off some

Us will always sing the blues 
'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes 
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button 
"Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin' 
Just like a beast 
But I'm the first nigga ta holler out (peace, black man)
I beat my wife and children to a pulp 
When I get drunk and smoke dope 
Got a bad heart condition 
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's 
Bet my money on the dice and the horses 
Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces 
Go to church but they tease us 
Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus 
They used to call me Negro 
After all this time I'm still bustin' up the chiffarobe 
No respect and didn't know it 
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford 
In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother 
Held back in life because of my color 
Now this is just a little summary 
Of US, but y'all think it's dumb of me 
To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust 
Nobody gives a f*ck about

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