Unlikely comrades: The US’ and Vietnam’s militaries

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How far will the US go in making a darling of Vietnam’s military? The World's Southeast Asia correspondent Patrick Winn asked former Ambassador Ted Osius, who served in Hanoi from 2014 to 2017.

The WorldDecember 3, 2021 · 1:00 PM EST

    Former US Ambassador to Vietnam Ted Osius, left, arrived for the opening ceremony of the Communist Party of Vietnam's 12th Congress in Hanoi, Vietnam, Jan. 21, 2016. 

    Luong Thai Linh/Pool photo via AP/File

    When Ted Osius was a boy, the United States was mired in its bloody invasion of Vietnam.

    How far the two governments have come.

    In more recent years, as US ambassador to the country, Osius presided over the first major handover of American military hardware to Vietnam's communist government. (It was a fleet of high-tech patrol boats called Metal Sharks.)

    That was in 2017. Since then, the two countries’ militaries have only grown closer. It is now routine for US naval vessels (including aircraft carriers) to visit Vietnam — and for the two armed forces to train together and share tactics.

    It’s all part of a US-led strategy to help Vietnam’s navy stand up to China, namely in the South China Sea, the largest sea body on Earth, which is now flooded with Chinese warships and militarized island bases.

    But how far will the US go to make a darling of Vietnam’s military?

    The World's Southeast Asia correspondent Patrick Winn asked former Ambassador Osius, who served in Hanoi from 2014 to 2017. He is the author of the memoir “Nothing is Impossible: America’s Reconciliation with Vietnam.” 

    Patrick Winn: During your term, the US started giving military hardware to the communist government of Vietnam. And now, US warships and allies visit frequently. What does Vietnam get out of these military relations?Ted Osius: Well, Vietnam faces a very formidable neighbor. Facing this situation with its northern neighbor, China, Vietnam has looked for friends. And the United States is prepared to be a friend. We haven’t talked about being allies, never in a serious way. But we’ve become partners.Can you briefly lay out the reasons Vietnam is historically wary of China?The Vietnamese have been fighting the Chinese for thousands of years. They’re going to resist domination, particularly by China. They’ll resist domination by any foreign power. They certainly resisted us. They resisted the French. But it’s in their DNA to resist the Chinese. Every village in Vietnam has streets named Bà Triệu and Hai Bà Trưng … and other Vietnamese heroes who fought the Chinese. This is part of who they are.How often did you encounter high-ranking communist officials who were uneasy seeing the US get closer and closer to Vietnam? Or maybe worrying they’re being used as a proxy against China?Oh, quite often! I encountered loads of people who were quite suspicious of US motives. Maybe just one short story to illustrate: I hosted Defense Secretary Ash Carter when he visited Hanoi. And we went to meet with Defense Minister [Phùng Quang] Thanh. We had a lovely dinner. We drank lots of wine. It was very jovial. And at a certain point, Ash Carter said, “Mr. Minister, how did you meet your wife?” He said, “Well, she picked shrapnel out of my hip.” Now, the reason she picked shrapnel out of his hip is because Americans put it there. And then Minister Thanh said, “You know, if we’d had a dinner like this back then, there never would have been a war.” But it took a lot of evenings like that, a lot of trust building, before people who had fought against us could consider us their friends.That brings us to a very recent visit by Vice President Kamala Harris to Vietnam, where she called China “bullies” and said we should work together to increase pressure on Beijing. But a naval standoff with China — that costs a fortune in military spending. What does the average US citizen, living 8,000 miles away, actually get out of that?Well, I don’t think the US citizen 8,000 miles away cares about who is in control of which islands in the South China Sea. What we have an interest in is freedom of navigation. The South China Sea is an area where half the world’s seaborne cargo passes through every year. It’s a very busy thoroughfare, an international waterway. And for something like 250 years, the United States has stood very solidly for freedom of navigation. It’s critical to US security and it’s critical to the security of our friends and allies. So, the idea that the Chinese could draw a line around this international waterway and say, “Oh, this is ours. You have to ask our permission to come through.” That is anathema to the United States.You also served under President Donald Trump. And you were in the room right before he met the prime minister of Vietnam at the time: Nguyễn Xuân Phúc. And Trump starts making racist jokes about his name, Phúc. Can you describe how you were feeling at the time?Well, I felt really bad. It was a real contrast for me. When I’d been in the Oval Office with Barack Obama, he’d shown great respect to his Vietnamese visitor. He’d spent hours preparing for the meeting and the meeting changed the course of US-Vietnam relations. It was hugely impactful because he did the simple thing, which is to show respect. We couldn’t get Donald Trump to spend five minutes preparing for this meeting. We had given him a little piece of paper with a few checklist items. He wouldn’t read it. And when we tried to brief him, he made this racist joke, and clearly wasn’t at all interested in being briefed. I tried to interest his son-in-law, Jared Kushner, in the substance of the meeting. That failed equally spectacularly. That meeting wasn’t a catastrophe. But the reason it wasn’t is because the Vietnamese were determined to put up with whatever — because they wanted a partnership with the United States.Well, it ultimately doesn’t sound like the Trump years did major damage to the US-Vietnam friendship. Why do you think this is? Is this a military-driven relationship that goes beyond whoever is in the White House?It’s very interesting to me that it wasn’t. I thought that when we withdrew from the Trans-Pacific Partnership trade agreement, and left the Vietnamese kind of holding the bag, that there would be a lot of anger. And there wasn’t. There was a determination made, right at the beginning, that [Vietnam would] keep going. To keep improving this relationship, you know? “So, there’s a different president in the White House? We’re going to figure out how to work with that new president.” And they did. They were very practical about it. The Vietnamese have continued to be very practical. Now, they’re marching forward with the Biden administration, finding ways we can enhance collaboration in health, climate change and, ideally, in trade as well.In the US, there’s a lot of drama and celebrity-style attention toward politicians. In Vietnam, it’s very different. How would you describe the difference?A lot of things in Vietnam happen behind the scenes. There is not a lot of flash on the part of Vietnamese leaders. … They tend not to get a lot of headlines for their work. They tend to do things quietly, effectively, behind the scenes. So, there would be times it was a little hard to tell what was going on in the politburo. Where, of course, in the United States, everything is out there, warts and all. These two styles … in some fields, caused a challenge. For example, with human rights. Barack Obama explained to Nguyễn Phú Trọng [an official who is now leader of Vietnam’s Communist Party] when he visited, we are who we are, warts and all. We’re constantly striving for a more-perfect union … we make our mistakes and we make them in public.We really did look at human rights in a very different way. That was something that was really hard to reconcile. I spent a lot of time on that, working really hard to see what we could do. I don’t know that we made as much progress as I would have liked.

    This interview has been lightly edited for length and clarity.

    Is 2020 an economic write-off?

    Is 2020 an economic write-off?

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    The US Commerce Department said retail sales, a significant portion of the economy, plunged 16.4% last month, the biggest decline since the government started tracking the figures in 1992. That data followed a historic 20.5 million job losses last month.

    Germany’s economy slumped in the first quarter at its steepest rate since 2009 with worse expected by mid-year, but it is weathering fallout from the coronavirus better than other EU states where outbreaks have been more disruptive.

    Indian lenders are facing a jump in virus-related defaults on credit card dues and personal and vehicle loans, forcing them to set aside hundreds of millions of dollars and take steps like asking sales staff to track down borrowers who have vanished.

    These dramatic movements in the economy are happening all over the globe. Simon Cox is the emerging markets editor for The Economist. He spoke to The World’s Marco Werman from Hong Kong for the worldwide perspective on the economy.

    Marco Werman: So, Simon, I guess there’s bad and then there’s really bad. How does this economic meltdown compare to the Great Recession back in 2008 or other downturns?

    Simon Cox: It’s far worse. I mean, if you look at the global economy as a whole, it actually takes quite a lot to make it shrink. And back in the global financial crisis, which was this unprecedented depression-like event, it shrank, but only a very small amount. This pandemic, though, is going to produce a convulsion, the likes of which we haven’t seen since the Great Depression.

    Related: Brexit? It’s still a thing. 

    So, are we talking about the entire world being engulfed by this or are there some areas that are harder hit than others and will continue to be harder hit?

    There’s almost nowhere that’s escaped. In Asia, Singapore has been very hard hit. It’s obviously a hub; it depends very much on people feeling free to move about. Thailand’s been very hard hit because of the tourism industry. Then, there are countries like Taiwan, and China itself that are going to come through it with actually less damage than some of their neighbors. Vietnam is another country that’s been damaged, but it’s less so.

    Related: Is Vietnam the coronavirus-fighting champ of the world?  

    So, what makes a difference between countries that are better positioned to weather the economic storm? You mentioned Vietnam, like what went right there? What did they have that kind of shielded them?

    So, it’s a combination of two things. First, it’s a fairly quick response to the pandemic itself. So, good public health response, including surveillance, tracking. Vietnam actually has quite a lot of experience in dealing with flus of various kinds. So, it was set up to sort of deal with this. It has high state capacity, to use the term. And then the second thing is a reasonably robust economic position at the beginning. So, countries that were able to respond to this slowdown with a fair amount of stimulus, perhaps because their fiscal situation wasn’t too stretched beforehand, perhaps their central banks had room to cut interest rates. Those things combined are what you really need to come through this with the minimum damage.

    Related: Amsterdam’s coronavirus recovery plan embraces ‘doughnut economics’ for people and the planet

    So, the US and China have been sparring, but that’s really been happening since President Donald Trump came into office. Trump has long talked about shifting production away from China. Do you think the pandemic could achieve what Trump so far has not been able to do? And what could the implications be for other countries in China’s orbit and in the kind of US-China orbit?

    Yes, we have seen some of that. There is some sense supply chains are going to get shorter. An announcement just this week was that one of the big Taiwan semiconductor factories would set up a plant in the US. Now, that comes with some efficiency costs. It’s obviously more efficient to produce goods wherever they’re cheapest to produce. But I suppose for the populists and the people who are very keen to repatriate manufacturing, they see this, perhaps, as a good side of the pandemic.

    Related: What will a post-coronavirus world look like? 

    From an economic standpoint, is this year a total write-off, and more focus is just going to be put on 2021? Or is it too soon to even focus on 2021?

    It’s a little bit staggered. So, you know, the countries that got hit first are going to recover first. China being the most obvious example. So, for those countries that can hope to see some sort of recovery in the second half of this year. Everyone else is going to have to wait until 2021. And even then, it’s going to be a very qualified recovery. You know, we might get back to where we were in late 2019, but we’re never going to get back to where we would have been if this pandemic had never struck. And it’s important to bear that in mind, I think.

    Related: The slow burn of a long-term slowdown

    Finally, help us understand — why it seems that is the case, but markets globally are shaken, but not really stirred to the degree that a lot of fearmongers were predicting?

    Yeah, no, that’s quite interesting. It’s partly because of the response of central banks. They’ve been very active, I think, commendably so, in trying to ensure financial stability. It’s also because financial markets are very forward-looking, so they’re pricing, not just this year’s earnings, not just next year’s earnings, but the next 20 years’ earnings. And over that kind of timescale, perhaps, the pandemic begins to look like a smaller event. And it’s also that clearly, it’s got a bit carried away. I think there was quite a lot of cash on the sidelines looking for buying opportunities. And the fear of missing out kicks in quite quickly once the sort of fear of losses subsides. And so, I think the rally got a bit ahead of itself. And we’re already seeing this week some pullback.

    This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. Reuters contributed reporting. 

    Stevie Wonder – Front Line Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Verse 1]
    I am a veteran of the war
    I up and joined the army back in 1964
    At sixteen I just had to be a man at any cost
    I volunteered for Vietnam where I got my leg shot off

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I recall a quote from a movie that said “Who’s more a man
    Than a man with a reason that’s worth dying for”

    [Chorus]
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

    [Verse 2]
    They gave me a uniform and a tiny salty pill
    To stop the big urge I might have for the wrong kind of thrill
    They put a gun in my hand and said, “Shoot until he’s dead
    But it’s hard to kill when ‘please, I’m your friend’ echoes through your head

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Brought up in church taught no man should take another’s life
    But then put in a jungle where life has no price

    [Chorus]
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

    [Bridge]
    Back in the world the paper reads today
    Another war is in the brewing
    But what about the lives of yesterday
    And the many happy families that have been ruined

    [Verse 3]
    My niece is a hooker and my nephew’s a junkie too
    But they say I have no right to tell them how they should do
    They laugh and say “Quit bragging” ’bout the war you should never have been in
    But my mind is so brain-washed I’d probably go back and do it again

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I walk the neighborhood parading my purple heart
    With a fear of agent orange that no one will stop, no

    [Chorus]
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead, yeah
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    Now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
    Could you believe I do?
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    They had me standing on the front line
    But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

    A$AP Ferg – Not The Boy Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ayy, ayy, ayy
    (Set it on fire
    Let it go up in flames
    Set it on fire
    Let it go up in flames)

    [Chorus]
    Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
    Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
    Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
    Designer boy, better make your momma moist
    Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
    Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
    Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
    Designer boy, better make your momma moist

    [Verse 1]
    She the bomb, told me she from Vietnam
    Feed her charms try to tell her keep it calm
    Tiffany’s LV-utton
    I’ma eat, where the grey poupon
    I’m in the streets tryna get some croutons
    I’m in the beam settin’ with the roof gone
    My enemies hate me cause I’m too on
    She gon’ get to choose on

    [Interlude]
    Set it on fire
    Let it go up in flames
    Set it on fire
    Let it go up in flames

    [Verse 2]
    You wanna fuck me, where your friends at
    Mommy, I ain’t gon’ lie girl them thighs got me tempted
    We can do it in the kitchen
    Whip cream on the side, you could get it need the chitlins
    Baby I can see the vision
    We could do it on the road, Jay-Z Big Pimpin’
    Come on momma why you riffin’?
    Go and bust that ass while I laugh, Eddie Griffin

    [Chorus]
    Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
    Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
    Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
    Designer boy, better make your momma moist
    Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
    Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
    Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
    Designer boy, better make your momma moist

    Susto – Hard Drugs lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I had a dream that we were doing hard drugs in a street alley
    You were lying dead next to me
    You said you had a vision of Vietnam
    You saw me jump on a grenade and watched my limbs fall off
    But I was in Heaven then
    Well i don’t care whose asking, you can tell them the truth
    I’ve had a long time struggle with substance abuse
    But I feel fine
    And if you you really think he loves you and you wanna go away
    Well i want the best and i’m not here to make you stay

    [Chorus]
    I’m just glad that I found you
    And I’m sorry that i couldn’t keep you around

    [Verse 2]
    We took you to the Urgent Care, they turned us away
    You had an outstanding balance that we couldn’t pay
    You started crying
    Then in the pouring rain we found you a hospital bed
    And when they picked you up to move you all the sheets were red
    You were a woman then
    Well I don’t know who’s asking but I’ll tell them the truth
    I’ve had a real hard time losing you
    And you can tell me that he loves you but I know its a lie
    Cause i’ve seen how he treats you and honey I don’t wanna fight

    [Chorus]
    I’m just glad that I found you
    And I’m sorry that i couldn’t keep you around

    [Bridge]
    Well I don’t care who’s asking you can tell them the truth
    I’ve had a hard time living and I know you’ve had a hard time too
    And if you wanna know who loves you, you can start right here
    But don’t come home just to leave

    [Chorus]
    Cause i’m glad that I found you, but I don’t want you to leave me hanging around

    Hannibal Abdullah-El – Gangster Fairytales lyrics

    Chorus:

    Gangster,
    Gangster Fairytales
    You meet us
    Ya greet us
    You see us everyday
    We natural born leaders

    Verse: 1

    I can tell ya kind
    Delusions from tv on ya mind
    Eatin’ swine
    Sippin on cheap wine,
    Ya ass crack showin
    Thats why we far behind
    Its cool
    Thats why im hear
    To raise the deaf, dumb and blind,
    You think your handsome
    Get kidnapped
    Held for ransom,
    You ya wife, momma, daughter, grandparents and grandson,
    Ever heard the sound of automatic gunfire?
    Seen a life expire?
    Or somebody beat with barbwire?,
    Weirdo,
    Who wanna be a hero
    Probably shit on ya self
    If you seen a whole kilo,
    Armchair revolutionaries
    Act hard but scary
    I’ll cast the first stone
    Nobody has to dare me,
    Are you a man or a mouse
    Im looking for soldiers
    Like that cat
    Who started dumpin on the White House,
    Are you a man or a mouse
    Im looking for soldiers
    Like that cat
    Who started dumpin on the White House,
    That’s gangster

    Chorus:

    Gangster,
    Gangster Fairytales
    You meet us
    Ya greet us
    You see us everyday
    We natural born leaders

    Verse: 2

    Watching videos
    Don’t get caught up in the glamour and glitz
    Fat rides
    Half naked women and tight spits
    I prefer to drop science
    Create a tight alliance
    Change the system from within
    Sort of a silent defiance
    On this world wide monopoly
    From here to Tripoli
    Ain’t no stopping me im free
    Not state property
    Slanging yo asshole and lyrics
    Like commodities
    No tellin’ on myslef on a record
    Thats an atrocity
    Like a bumblebee
    Only stinging when attacked
    Counter attack
    To yo head, legs, arms and back
    Ranaway so fast people thought you ran track
    Mess with me you’d rather smoke crack
    Or jump in needle haystacks
    Thats gangsta!

    Verse: 3

    On my way to school
    I dodged murder plots
    Crooked cops
    Never knew my moms
    The streets were my pops,
    Use to get called a nerd
    Didn’t faze me
    Cuz some knew in my pocket
    That I packed a .380,
    Calm before a storm
    Like a soldier in Vietnam
    Ready to set it off
    And get it on,
    Fudge packers
    Black crackers
    Back packers
    And bisexual B-Boys
    Need to be sued for malpractice,
    Giving no repreive
    Keeping tricks up my sleeve
    Slaying Adam and Steve
    Who hate Adam and Eve,
    It gets scary to them
    They can not stop us
    On warships, submarines,
    Planes, tanks and helicopters,
    Think what would happen
    If we said sam i quit
    Working for you
    By the way this is our shit,
    Like corporate takeovers
    Give em a makeover,
    Get bush drunk
    Put em’ on house arrest
    Then beat him till he sober,
    Daz gangster!

    Chorus:

    Gangster,
    Gangster Fairytales
    You meet us
    Ya greet us
    You see us everyday
    We natural born leaders

    Paul Ramirez & The Lost Vaqueros – I Sing God Bless America lyrics

    She stands for our freedom,
    Liberty and human rights
    She’s our home and what we all truly believe in.

    She’s what soldiers have fought for,
    On our shores and foreign lands
    And the purple heart they got in Vietnam.

    We can all express ourselves,
    As long as no one’s hurt
    And the Court says it’s okay to burn the flag.

    And it’s because of the first amendment,
    And the grounds of “free speech”
    I can stand here and sing this song for you right now.

    And I sing God bless America
    My country ‘tis of thee
    She welcomes huddled masses
    Tired & yearning to be free.
    I sing God bless America
    And forever may she stand
    May she never turn her back
    On those south of…
    The Rio Grande.

    Well I’m not saying I’m okay,
    With the burning of the flag
    Patriotic allegiance we must all have.

    But she embraces those who come here,
    In search of honest work
    In the quest for the promise land and opportunity.

    To live the American dream,
    No matter who you are
    What language you may speak or who you pray to.

    We’re a nation of Immigrants
    Seeking liberty and justice for all
    And we’re all just Americans right now.

    Johnny Sea – Day For Decision lyrics

    Narrative:
    The other day I heard someone say, “You know, America is in real trouble.”
    It’s true. Old Glory has never fallen so close to the earth . Our
    embassies are being stoned. Our diplomats are often in fear for their
    lives. And we’re involved in a half-dozen nameless, winless conflicts
    spilling American blood on foreign soil. Our young men are dying for
    ideals that don’t seem to mean too much to Americans anymore.

    The truth is America’s real trouble doesn’t lie in the rice paddies of
    Vietnam, in the masses of Red China, or in the diabolical intrigues to the
    south of us. The real trouble lies in the playgrounds of St. Louis, the
    hillside mansions of San Francisco, and in the slums of Chicago. A disease
    which is slowly eating away at the heart of America lives in the small
    southern towns, the fishing villages of New England, and in the hot dusty
    streets of the midwest.

    This is the age of the American cynic. The year of the unbeliever. The day
    of doubt. We’ve killed all the sacred cows and destroyed all the images.
    And there’s nothing left to respect. Old fashioned love of God, country,
    and family is passe. We stare at our shoelaces when they play the national
    anthem. We wouldn’t want to be seen at a political rally or a town hall
    meeting. And we don’t want to be caught with our eyes closed during public
    prayers. We’ve decided the only way to get into public office is to buy
    it. Our heroes are the fast guys who get away with things. Patriotism, the
    old hand-over-the-heart, flag-waving singing patriotism has been
    condemned. Think about this. Patriotism. When you tear away the fancy
    phrases and crepe paper, it’s plain and simple pride. It’s a new
    car-prettier girl-bigger house sort of pride in country. Somewhere along
    the way we’ve lost it. Our form of government is the same. We still say
    America stands for the same things. But next time you’re at a party, ask
    someone to sing “American the Beautiful”, and see what happens.

    The basic ideals and structure of America haven’t changed. We have. You
    and me. Our enemies know it. They’ve seen the newsreels of the
    discontented marching around the capitol. They’ve distorted and blown up
    our mistakes. They’ve been putting steel wedges in the cracks in our wall
    of solidarity. The new idea is: Don’t attack America; wear it down
    gradually; it’ll eventually fall under the weight of its own corruption.
    And did you know, it’s working?

    This sneering complacency, once stamped out by the bloody feet of a
    tattered Continental Army in 1776, once drowned beneath the keel of the
    U.S.S. Arizona in Pearl Harbor Bay, has risen again. This deadly “Let
    George do it” attitude lights the way for the Viet Cong in the swampy
    jungles of Vietnam. This “Better red than dead” cancer is more feared by
    the American soldier than all the communist mortar shells. It kills the
    vitality and spirit of America. Democracy is a frail and fragile
    instrument. Made of hope, prayer, and Yankee ingenuity. It is held
    together by a fourth-of-July flag-waving patriotism. And we’ve almost
    exhausted our supply of it. Try this test. Lift your eyes to a flag, then
    sing out as loud as you can that old out-worn antiquated freedom hymn you
    learned so many years ago:

    For purple mountain majesties (for purple mountain majesties)
    Above the fruited plain (above the fruited plain)
    America (America)
    America (America)
    God shed His grace on thee (God shed His grace on thee)

    Now if you feel a little pride welling up inside of you, if you feel a
    little mist in your eye, then, thank God for you, mister, you’re still an
    American!

    (America, America,
    God shed His grace on thee
    And crown thy good with brotherhood
    From sea to shining sea)

    Miss Saigon – Why God Why? lyrics

    Chris
    Why does sagon never sleep at night?
    Why does this girl smell of orange trees?
    How can I fell good when nothing’s right?
    Why is she cool when there is no breeze?
    Vietnam
    You don’t give answers, do you friend?
    Just questions that don’t ever end

    Why god? Why today?
    I’m all through here, on my way
    There’s nothing left here that I’ll miss
    Why send me now a night like this?

    Who is the girl in this rusty bed?
    Why am I back in a filthy room?
    Why is her voice ringing in my head?
    Why am I high on her cheap perfume?
    Vietnamhey look I mean you n o offence
    But why does nothing here make sense?

    Why god? Show your hand
    Why can’t one guy understand?
    I’ve been with girls who knew much more
    I never felt confused before

    Why me? What’s your plan?
    I can’t help her – no one can
    I liked my mem’ries a s they were
    But now I’ll leave rememb’ring her

    When I went home before
    No one talked of the war
    What the knew from tv
    Didn’t have a thing to do with me

    I went back and re-upped
    Sure Saigon is corrupt
    It felt better to behere driving for the embassy

    ’cause here if you can pull a string
    A guy like me lives like a king
    Just as long as you don’t believe anything

    Why god? Why this face?
    Why such beauty in this place?
    I liked my memories as they were
    But now I’ll leave rememb’ring her
    Just her

    Saukrates – Vietnam (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

    [Saukrates]
    Yo
    I’m loving the weather in this damn neighbourhood
    Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, ain’t it
    My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted
    (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
    (That very same day)
    Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze
    Arguing about who was the illest MC
    Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it’s Jay-Z
    My moms cuts it short, sending me to the A&P
    Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
    You’re damn right, I was making beats for Ace last night
    And you know them vets make you work up an appetite
    Split, jump in the Ac, it’s deaded in the back
    Won’t start, pumping them tracks killed my battery
    Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the brakes
    Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin’ tapes
    Can’t forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
    Kid we can walk it’s only five from my crib
    And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
    Stay on the way to the grocery point
    Be back soon momma say
    (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
    (That very same day)
    Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her lawn
    Sunbathing so we honkin’, errh
    She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives
    Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
    That’s why I’ve made the pledge, no more chickenheads
    Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well feed
    Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
    Looking ill but too young to touch
    Then one child said, yo Big Sox when’s the album due kid?
    It’s out stupid, I want to form a neighbourhood B
    Like a Vietnam camp in ’73, seperated from society
    Hit the corner, there’s my nigga Jay eyeing me
    Motherfucker where my tape at? Lie to me!
    And I’mma brake that, you let’s take a walk
    I’mma get it on my way back, we gotta talk
    I heard one of them coons from the other side of the block
    Was fucking with you over some bullshit
    And pulled clips illigitly
    {Yo he acted shifty because my crib’s where his chick be hangin dude}
    Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
    (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
    (That very same day)
    We gets to the A, and P Jay’s smoking so them niggas wait for me
    I’m standing in the express line and what do I see?
    Through the window, that same coon and his kinfolk
    Everything turned slow motioned and muted
    In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind
    I see one pull a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
    Too late, my nigga Jay’s brain stained the ground
    They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
    Now motherfucker, your man’s nothing but a memory
    And hits him with another sucker punch
    Fuck the lunch, today I’m killing the bunch
    I run outside with one nigga lie dead
    The other bleedin’ from the head
    Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
    Yo Freddy just chill, I’m about to retaliate
    Ill visions of murder, blowe
    Fuck it now it’s time to kill
    Cock back, I’m prepared for action
    Becoming one with Samuel L. Jackson
    Turn the corner, I see them niggas running away
    Hit the shortcut, I’m waiting at his crib
    I’mma end this shit today
    Look, here he comes now
    I’ve never felt pressure like this before
    Debating, whether I should blast on site
    Or wait ’til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
    Creep up on a nigga with God’s hand
    On the hair pintrigger, forgive me momma
    But I’m going to be a little late with the groceries
    I mean, you know diner’s just going to have to wait
    Turn around motherfucker!

    Now, if this was you, what the fuck would you do?

    Eminem – On Fire

    [Intro]
    You know, critics, man
    Critics never got nothing nice to say, man
    You know the one thing I notice about critics, man
    Is critics never ask me how my day went
    Well I’mma tell ’em

    [Verse 1]
    Yesterday my dog died
    I hog tied a ho
    Tied her in a bow
    Said "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow"
    You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo’
    I’m so tired of this I could blow
    Fire in the hole
    I’m fired up
    So fire up the lighter and the dro
    Better hold on a little tighter, here I go
    Flows tighter
    Hot headed as Ghost Rider
    Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
    So you better get lower
    Than Florida
    Inside of a lowrider
    With no tires, in a hole
    Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
    Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
    Listen dog
    Christmas is off
    This is as soft as it gets
    This isn’t golf
    This is a blistering assault
    Those are your wounds, this is the salt
    So get lost
    Shit, dissing me is just like pissing off
    The Wizard of Oz
    Wrap a lizard in gauze
    Beat you in the jaws with it
    Grab the scissors and saws
    And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls
    Throw you in the middle of the ocean
    In a blizzard with Jaws
    So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
    Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
    Got the gall
    To make Chris piss in his drawers
    Tickle him, go to his grave
    Skip him, and visit his dog

    [Hook]
    (You’re on fire)
    Thats how you know you’re on a roll
    Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burning up
    Everyone else’s cold
    (You’re on fire)
    Man, I’m so fucking sick
    I got ambulances pulling me over and shit
    (You’re on fire)
    You need to stop, drop, and roll
    Cause when you say the shit to get
    The whole Hip Hop shop to blow
    (You’re on fire, you’re on fire)

    [Verse 2]
    I just put a bullshit hook
    In between two long-ass verses
    If you mistook this for a song, look
    This ain’t a song, it’s a warning to Brooke
    Hogan and David Cook
    That the crook just took over, so book
    Run as fast as you can
    Stop writing and kill it
    I’m lightning in a skillet
    You’re a fucking flash in the pan
    I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
    Mr. Mathers is the man
    Yeah, I’m pissed
    But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
    Come back and whip your ass with it again
    Saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand
    It’ll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man
    Turn him into plastic
    So for you to think that you could stand a fucking chance
    Is asinine
    Yeah, ask Denaun, man
    Hit a blind man
    With a coloring book
    And told him color inside the lines
    Or get hit with a flying crayon
    Fuck it, I ain’t playing
    Pull up in a van
    And hop out at a homeless man
    Holding a sign saying
    "Vietnam vet", I’m out my fucking mind man
    Kick over the can
    Beat his ass, and leave him 9 grand
    So if I seem a little mean to you
    This ain’t savage
    You ain’t never seen a brute
    You want to get graphic
    We can go the scenic route
    You couldn’t make a bulimic puke
    On a piece of fucking corn and peanut poop
    Saying you sick
    Quit playing, you prick
    Don’t nobody care
    And why the fuck am I yelling at air
    I ain’t even talking to no one
    ‘Cause ain’t nobody there
    Nobody will fucking test me
    ‘Cause these hoes won’t even dare
    I’m wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
    I just thought of another one that might go here
    Naw, don’t waste it
    Save it, psycho, yeah
    Plus you got to rewrite those lines
    That you said about Michael’s hair
    (Woops)

    [Hook]
    (You’re on fire)
    Thats how ya know you’re on a roll
    Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burnin up
    Everyone else’s cold
    (You’re on fire)
    Man, I’m so hot
    My motherfucking firetruck’s on fire, homie
    (You’re on fire)
    Ya need to stop drop and roll
    ‘Cause when you say the shit to get
    The whole hip hop shop to blow
    You’re on fire
    You’re on fire
    You’re on fire

    Green Day – Bang Bang lyrics

    [Intro]
    “This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. “
    “…of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. “
    “Described as severely mentally disturbed.”
    “It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group.”
    “Deserve to be annihilated.”

    [Verse 1]
    I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager,
    I wanna dance like I’m on the video.
    I got a fever for the violent behavior,
    I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo.

    [Chorus]
    Bang, bang, give me fame!
    Shoot me up to entertain,
    I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
    You’re dead, I’m well fed!
    Give me death or give me head,
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

    [Verse 2]
    I testify like a lullaby of memories,
    Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio.
    I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam,
    I love a lie just like anybody else.

    [Chorus]
    Bang, bang, give me fame!
    Shoot me up to entertain,
    I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
    You’re dead, I’m well fed!
    Give me death or give me head,
    Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys.
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
    The leading man in my own private drama.
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

    [Bridge]
    I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen,
    It’s my private movie (holy war).
    Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta,
    Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero.

    [Chorus]
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
    The leading man in my own private drama.
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
    The leading man in my own private drama.
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

    Green Day – Bang Bang (Lyric Video)

    [Intro]
    This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

    [Verse 1]
    I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
    I wanna dance like I’m on the video
    I got a fever for the violent behavior
    I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
    [Chorus]
    Bang, bang, give me fame
    Shoot me up to entertain
    I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
    You’re dead, I’m well fed
    Give me death or give me head
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

    [Verse 2]
    I testify like a lullaby of memories
    Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
    I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
    I love a lie just like anybody else

    [Chorus]
    Bang, bang, give me fame
    Shoot me up to entertain
    I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
    You’re dead, I’m well fed
    Give me death or give me head
    Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr
    The leading man in my own private drama
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

    [Bridge]
    I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
    It’s my private movie (Holy War)
    Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
    Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

    [Chorus]
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr
    The leading man in my own private drama
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr
    The leading man in my own private drama
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

    Run The Jewels – Talk To Me (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

    [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
    We return from the depths of the badland
    With a gun and a knife in our waistband
    Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
    He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
    So high now, hoping that I land
    On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
    On the radio, heard a plane hijack
    Government did that like they cook crack
    I move in a world of conspiracies
    Obey no rules, I’m doing me
    Smoke kush, transport to the airport
    Customs found a joint in my passport
    Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
    Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
    Small bribe, made it back into America
    Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
    Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
    Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
    Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
    Militant Michael might go psycho
    On any ally or rival
    Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
    My job is to fight for survival
    In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

    [Interlude]
    This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
    (RTJ3 motherfuckers)

    [Verse 2: El-P]
    Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
    I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
    You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
    When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
    What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
    You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
    Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
    My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
    I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
    I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
    I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
    I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
    Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
    Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
    We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

    [Interlude 2]
    I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

    [Outro]
    Talk to me
    (RTJ)
    Talk to me

    Little Simz – LMPD (feat. Chronixx) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

    [Refrain: Little Simz]
    Mentally enslaved
    Mentally deranged
    Mental doesn’t change
    Rental isn’t paid
    Why do you pretend to live everyday?
    We are not the same
    Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
    What have I become?

    [Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
    Have I let my people down?
    Let my people down
    Have I let my people down yeah?
    Have I let my people down yeah?
    Have I let my people down?
    My people down
    Never, never let my people down
    Never let my people down
    Never let my people down
    Never let my people

    [Verse 1: Chronixx]
    I’m not half the man Marley was
    Still nuh heard the voice of Garvey calling us
    And Luther King’s soul is still patiently waiting for his dreams to come true because it feels like the same ting again
    Still I fight fire with fire, streets still hot like fire
    What’s the matter with matter?
    Still marching, screaming black lives matter
    And so many people trying to be an activist in society
    These days what we really need is active spirituality
    Cuh Bob done fight already, X done fight already
    And-a Rosa Parks make we flying first class nice and steady
    So if you want to fight that fight again then alright, my baby
    But after the revolution must come the evolutionaries
    Ali deny Vietnam and stand firm, real and strong
    Today our fight is to activate all the pineal glands
    Of the youts in the streets weh nuh eat from morning
    Provide them with a meal and songs
    Wah mek them feel what me feel
    When mi see Jah Jah open the seal and me know me never
    Let my people down

    [Refrain: Little Simz]
    Mentally deranged
    Mental doesn’t change
    Rental isn’t paid
    Why do you pretend to live every day?
    We are not the same
    Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
    What have I become?

    [Verse 2: Little Simz]
    I’m not half the woman Maya was
    Still I hear the voice of Nina here guiding us
    We’re running out of legends
    I know they look from the heavens down on me
    I can’t let them down
    The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
    The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
    Anxiety and adrenaline, I know you feel the rush
    Do you hear me now?

    [Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
    Never let my people down
    Never, never let my people down
    No, no
    You say
    Never let my people down
    Never let my people down
    Never let my people

    Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)

    [Intro]
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I’m the J57
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

    [Verse 1]
    It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
    I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
    I managed to perceive before I breath
    Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
    The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
    So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
    I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
    Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
    To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
    Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
    They block me out, I’m independ-
    I’m trying to picture something up your gold
    No I’m never talking for the glitter
    They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
    The same thing I found myself with
    The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
    Feel like someone hit the rail switch
    We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
    I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
    And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
    So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
    Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
    You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
    And Steelo was a shooting star
    So if you seen him, you know you were going far
    Now here we are

    [Hook]
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

    [Verse 2]
    This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
    Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
    I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
    You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
    We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
    I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
    To freelance a free man
    So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
    I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
    But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
    So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
    This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
    Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
    To overshadow where I shine
    But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
    Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
    This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
    Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
    I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
    ‘Cause a wise man will never speak
    You just showing too much December
    Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
    A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
    I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
    Side, I used to conquer my life
    But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

    [Hook]
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
    I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
    But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
    I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
    The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

    [Outro]
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
    I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
    They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga

    Queen – Bicycle Race lyrics

    Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my bike
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride it where I like

    You say black, I say white
    You say bark, I say bite
    You say shark I say hey man
    Jaws was never my scene
    And I don’t like star wars
    You say rolls, I say royce
    You say God give me a choice
    You say Lord, I say christ
    I don’t believe in peter pan
    Frankenstein or superman
    All I wanna do is

    Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my bike
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my,
    Bicycle races are coming your way
    So forget all your duties, oh yeah!
    Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
    So look out for those beauties, oh yeah!
    On your marks get set go

    Bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race
    Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle,
    I want to ride my bicycle
    Bicycle, bicycle bicycle (I want a)
    Bicycle race.

    You say coke, I say cain
    You say john, I say wayne
    Hot dog, I say cool it man! Don’t wanna be the President of America
    You say smile, I say cheese
    Cartier, I say please,
    Income tax, I say Jesus.
    I don’t wanna be a candidate for Vietnam or Watergate,
    Cause all I wanna do is
    Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
    I want to ride my
    Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my bike,
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride it where I like.

    Green Day – Bang Bang (At The American Music Awards 2016) (Live)

    [Intro]
    This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

    [Verse 1]
    I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
    I wanna dance like I’m on the video
    I got a fever for the violent behavior
    I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
    [Chorus]
    Bang, bang, give me fame
    Shoot me up to entertain
    I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
    You’re dead, I’m well fed
    Give me death or give me head
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

    [Verse 2]
    I testify like a lullaby of memories
    Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
    I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
    I love a lie just like anybody else

    [Chorus]
    Bang, bang, give me fame
    Shoot me up to entertain
    I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
    You’re dead, I’m well fed
    Give me death or give me head
    Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr
    The leading man in my own private drama
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

    [Bridge]
    I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
    It’s my private movie (Holy War)
    Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
    Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

    [Chorus]
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr
    The leading man in my own private drama
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
    I wanna be a celebrity martyr
    The leading man in my own private drama
    Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
    Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

    A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    Yeah, Phife—for your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
    Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
    Just for running through their lawn
    Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
    Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
    And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now give him hope, give him care
    Raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out momma, if you stare
    Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
    Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
    Gave grace face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

    [Chorus: Cat]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you got to dream?
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
    So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
    Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
    Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more cry

    [Guitar Solo: Jack White]

    A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    Yeah, Phife—for your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
    Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
    Just for running through their lawn
    Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
    Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
    And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now give him hope, give him care
    Raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out momma, if you stare
    Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
    Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
    Gave grace face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

    [Chorus: Cat]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you got to dream?
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
    So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
    Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
    Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more cry

    [Guitar Solo: Jack White]

    A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    Yeah, Phife—for your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
    Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
    Just for running through their lawn
    Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
    Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
    And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now give him hope, give him care
    Raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out momma, if you stare
    Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
    Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
    Gave grace face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

    [Chorus: Cat]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you got to dream?
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
    So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
    Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
    Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more crying, he’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now, see his wings
    Have you ever loved somebody?
    Way before you got to dream?
    No more cry

    [Guitar Solo: Jack White]

    A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

    [Intro]
    Yea, Phife
    For your life

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
    That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
    Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
    Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
    Watch that shallow shallow man walk
    Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
    Love was consummated and the angels registrated
    Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
    Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
    It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
    And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
    Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
    Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
    Let’s progress the story just a little bit
    Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
    Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
    Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
    The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
    Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
    Made race face to face, made it right
    And now you riding out, out, out, out
    Damn

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    (Phife dawg, man)
    Way before you
    (Bow wow, woof woof)
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine

    [Verse 2: Jarobi]
    Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
    Hold friends tight, never know [?]
    Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
    Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
    Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
    Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
    Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
    Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
    A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
    Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
    I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
    Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
    Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
    Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

    [Chorus]
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now
    See his wings
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now
    See his wings
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying
    He’s in sunshine
    He’s alright now
    See his wings
    Have you ever
    Lost somebody
    Way before you
    Got to dream
    No more crying

    [Break]

    [Guitar solo: Jack White]

    Run The Jewels – Talk to Me

    [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
    We return from the depths of the badland
    With a gun and a knife in our waistband
    Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
    He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
    So high now, hoping that I land
    On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
    On the radio, heard a plane hijack
    Government did that like they cook crack
    I move in a world of conspiracies
    Obey no rules, I’m doing me
    Smoke kush, transport to the airport
    Customs found a joint in my passport
    Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
    Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
    Small bribe, made it back into America
    Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
    Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
    Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
    Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
    Militant Michael might go psycho
    On any ally or rival
    Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
    My job is to fight for survival
    In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

    [Interlude]
    This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
    (RTJ3 motherfuckers)

    [Verse 2: El-P]
    Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
    I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
    You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
    When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
    What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
    You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
    Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
    My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
    I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
    I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
    I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
    I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
    Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
    Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
    We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

    [Interlude 2]
    I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

    [Outro]
    Talk to me
    (RTJ)
    Talk to me

    Lloyd Banks – Salute (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

    [Hook: Lloyd Banks]
    General I salute you
    I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
    It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
    And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
    Nigga we’ll kill you

    [Verse 1: Young Buck]
    I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
    Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
    It only take one time for you to send a death threat
    And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
    You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
    And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
    Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
    No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
    Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
    Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
    Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
    You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
    Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
    Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
    You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
    Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
    BUCK!

    [Hook: x2]
    General I salute you
    I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
    It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
    And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
    Nigga we’ll kill you

    [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
    Look nigga, I suggest you go home
    Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
    Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
    Stand alone, provide my own supper
    Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
    We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
    He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
    I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
    Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
    My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
    My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
    Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
    There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
    Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
    And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
    These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
    Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

    [Hook]
    General I salute you
    I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
    It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
    And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
    Nigga we’ll kill you

    [Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
    G-Unit’s like the Firm
    Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
    (This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
    We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
    Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
    50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)