"Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me/I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me/and hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped/Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap/and put me under dirt or concrete/But God, can see through a white sheet/Cause you the devil in drag/You can burn your cross well I'll burn your flag/Try to give me the H-I-V/so I can stop makin' babies like me/And you're givin' dope to my people chump/Just wait 'til we get over that hump/Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast/Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz/Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors/So bitch you can fight your own wars/So if you see a man in red white and blue/gettin' janked by the Lench Mob crew/It's a man who deserves to buckle/I wanna kill Sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle!"
-Ice Cube, "I Wanna Kill Sam"
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