Ice Cube's angriest outing since leaving NWA was by far 1991's Death Certificate. On this record no one is spared Cube's wrath and biting criticism. Be you black, white, a bitch, a ho, a Korean liquor store owner, a sellout, Uncle Sam, the police, you can't escape the sharp sting of Cube's always brilliant lyrics and keen observations. This is where it became abundantly clear to me that Cube was the true genius behind NWA. This record is essential. Kind of weird that this is the same guy who starred in "Are We There Yet?" But I choose not to think about that.