Tuesday December 01, 2009 at 13:12

“Ice Ice Baby” Verse 3: An Analysis Driving in my convertible with the roof down, wind blowing through my hair, I see some lovely girls on the sidewalk who wave at me. I can’t stop, as I have appointments to keep. I put on my indicator and turn left onto the next block. Upon finding it empty, I decide to see what it’s like at A1A Beachfront Avenue. The girls there are scantily clad and accompanied by wealthy men, conveyed by their ownership of Lamborghinis. Despite their social status, they’re jealous of me natural charisma and masculinity, which attracts women. My DJ friend, Shay, carries a shotgun and I’m in possession of a 9mm pistol. Armed, we’re ready for a potential conflict with the drug-abusing inhabitants of the neighborhood, who are acting erratic, as they’re full of 8balls. Suddenly, I hear gunshots and fire back. The shock alters my perception, and all I can hear are empty shells clattering on the concrete. I flee as quickly as possible, afraid of being pulled into the quickly-escalating conflict, though my movement is impeded by the substantial traffic in the avenue. I begin to panic, frightened I’ll get “jacked”. Squad cars appear, do you understand? Fortunately as I didn’t fit the stereotype, they pass me by, instead assuming the “dope fiends” were responsible for the conflict. If there was a problem, you could look to me for a solution. Inspect my musical or lyrical phrase that stands out and is easily remembered, while my DJ spins the record.

“Ice Ice Baby” Verse 3: An Analysis

Driving in my convertible with the roof down, wind blowing through my hair, I see some lovely girls on the sidewalk who wave at me. I can’t stop, as I have appointments to keep. I put on my indicator and turn left onto the next block. Upon finding it empty, I decide to see what it’s like at A1A Beachfront Avenue. The girls there are scantily clad and accompanied by wealthy men, conveyed by their ownership of Lamborghinis. Despite their social status, they’re jealous of me natural charisma and masculinity, which attracts women. My DJ friend, Shay, carries a shotgun and I’m in possession of a 9mm pistol. Armed, we’re ready for a potential conflict with the drug-abusing inhabitants of the neighborhood, who are acting erratic, as they’re full of 8balls. Suddenly, I hear gunshots and fire back. The shock alters my perception, and all I can hear are empty shells clattering on the concrete. I flee as quickly as possible, afraid of being pulled into the quickly-escalating conflict, though my movement is impeded by the substantial traffic in the avenue. I begin to panic, frightened I’ll get “jacked”. Squad cars appear, do you understand? Fortunately as I didn’t fit the stereotype, they pass me by, instead assuming the “dope fiends” were responsible for the conflict. If there was a problem, you could look to me for a solution. Inspect my musical or lyrical phrase that stands out and is easily remembered, while my DJ spins the record.

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