One of the most awful songs ever. That totally spiteful line in the chorus, a lame dig at the chosen people stuck in the middle of some of the greatest rhymes ever dropped, and the fact that the Clipse obviously know that the Hutus called the Tsutsis "cockroaches" before they slaughtered them in the nineties. Still gets loved track status, because viciousness is pretty much the whole point of this record. It's conflicted love, though. Pop music can put you in such weird places.