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Stakes Is High (excerpt) by De La Soul

I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes.
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse.

Whatever You Say (excerpt) by Little Brother

Oh yea I know I'm husky but chicks still love me
3 o'clock still have they ass running to Waffle House fa me
Be feeling on that ass till my name they be callin'
And shit got them so wet they make a Freudian slip and
Fall down into my verbal abyss that's straight Reservoir
Dog style, perfecto served with a kiss
*Muah* baby, it's just like this no need to fight it
Invite it try me out you just might like it
American pie shit try anything out once
Forever stained in memory like white shirts and punch
I get the hunch that a niggas on your menu
Do me a favor girl come check me at the next venue


Thieves In The Night (excerpt) by Blackstar

Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all

Antartic Divorce

Let's flashback two weeks. Text message from Fiona:
I loved seeing you downtown the other day. I miss you inside me. I really wish that you would accept me as your one and only. I have so much to give. I want you.

Voicemail from yesterday:
Hey Zed, I just wanted to call and say "hi". I know you were in town to see A Tribe Called Quest. I wish you would call me, but I'm sure that text message I sent you scared you off. But you knew how I felt anyway, didn't you? I hope you call me soon. I'd love to see you before you go.

Goodbye, Fiona. It's been swell.

I got back from Detroit this afternoon. It was an emotion filled weekend. I'm sad about leaving the city for what amounts to be the last summer I'll spend any time there.

I have to make amends to the women. All I saw was the trail of heartbreak I left behind. I ran into woman after woman that I fucked over, shitted on, blew off, or otherwise made miserable. It was like a fuckin' parade.

Thelma: I want to set you up with a girl.
KZ: Really?
Thelma: I sure do.
KZ: You're wiling to do that?
Thelma: If we can't be together, why not?


I guess. I'm still fighting my demons, working on being BETTER. That's such a nebulous sentiment, I know, but I want to be better in so many ways. Women are definitely my weakness, but I want to get on with my life. I want to get married and start having shorties. I'm fuckin' getting old. It's that time.

KZ