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Win two tickets to Summer Breeze

Answer the Tuesday Question and win tickets to see Nas, Damian Marley, and the Dirty Projectors play Hutch!

UPDATE: The Tuesday Question is over and done with, but you can still win tickets to Summer Breeze by answering our Friday Question.

With MAB welcoming Nas, the Dirty Projectors, and Damian Marley to jam and rock in Hutch Courtyard on May 15, it ain't hard to tell that this year's Summer Breeze Music Festival will be one of the most-anticipated campus concerts in recent memory. And now's your chance to see it all for free.

In conjunction with MAB, the Maroon is raffling off two tickets to Summer Breeze. All you have to do is answer the Tuesday Question: What's your favorite lyric from a song by Nas, Damian Marley, or the Dirty Projectors? (If nothing comes to mind, giving us the first Nas, Damian Marley, or Dirty Projectors lyric that Google turns up works just as well.) 

Copy and paste your answer into the comments box below, include your real e-mail address, and you'll be entered to win a pair of tickets. The winner will be chosen and contacted Thursday afternoon. If the random drawing doesn't go your way this time around, check back Friday for our next raffle and a chance to win two more Summer Breeze tickets.

Winner needs a valid UChicago ID to claim the tickets. In case of rain, tickets will still be honored at Mandel Hall. The Maroon will only use e-mail addresses to contact the winner.

To buy tickets, visit the MAB table in the Reynolds Club between 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. any day this week.

31 comments on “Win two tickets to Summer Breeze

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    Three monkeys sitting under a coconut tree (really?)
    Discussing things as they are said to be
    Said one to the others, now listen you two
    There’s a strange rumor that can’t be true
    They say man was ascended from our noble race
    But the very idea is a big disgrace
    No monkey ever deserted his wife
    Or her baby, to ruin their lives
    The monkeys drift is mine (that’s right)

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    “Your paper money was the death of Christ/
    And all these shorties comin’ up just resurrect your life.”

    Doo Rags, Nas.

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    muhammad akhtar

    “listen up gangstas and honeys with your hair done,
    pull up a chair hun’ and put it in the air son,
    dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen,
    i spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending.”

    –nas, rewind

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    “I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I’m charged
    Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin”

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    Assassinations diplomatic relations
    Killed indigenous people built a new nation
    Involuntary labor took a knife split a woman naval
    Took her premature baby let her man see you rape her

    -Nas (America)

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    Everything will eventually come to an end
    So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don’t it
    The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin’ lasts forever

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    Stephanie Nicole Rivera

    If Heaven was a mile away
    And you could ride by the gates
    Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
    Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
    Even if you couldn’t see, but you could feel would you still doubt him?
    How would you start acting?
    Would you try to put the ki’s down?
    Thinking every drug sell that you make in the streets He can see now
    Would a fiend even want to get high, would he stop smoking?
    If he knew on his own two feet he could just stroll in
    To get away and escape from the craziness
    And I bet you there’s a Heaven for an atheist
    It’s hard taking this
    Racist planet where they take another brother in a handcuff
    Even if he innocent nigga get on the car put your motherfucking hands up
    Thinking I’m a lose it
    My mom’s in chemo
    Three times a week, yo keep trying but people
    Is hard and God your young soldier’s not so bold
    But needs you
    This world’s my home but world I would leave

    -Nas, If Heaven Was a Mile aWAY

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    Tatyana Alimova

    “If I ruled the world
    Imagine that
    I’d free all my sons, I love em love em baby
    Black diamonds and pearls
    Could it be, if you could
    be mine, we’d both shine
    If I ruled the world
    Still living for today, in
    these last days and times”


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    how you like me now?
    I go blaow
    it’s that shit that moves crowds
    makin every ghetto foul
    I might have took your first child
    scarred your life
    crippled you style
    I gave you power

    Nas – I gave you power

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    Nas, Blunt Ashes. “Yo. I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley got blazed before they told stories/
    Well, I’ma get blazed before I tell ya’ll stories”

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    Steve Saltarelli

    I aint the type of brotha made for you to start testin,
    Give me a Smith and Wesson I’ll have people undressin’

    –Nas (New York State of Mind)

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    You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,
    that’s like Malcolm X catchin’ the Jungle Fever.

    Nas- Halftime

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    on top of every mountain
    there was a great longing
    for another even higher mountain
    in each city longing for a bigger city

    The Dirty Projectors

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    Everybody sounds the same, commercialize the game
    Reminiscin’ when it wasn’t all business
    It forgot where it started
    So we all gather here for the dearly departed

    Nas, Hip Hop Is Dead

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    Your hair is like an eagle
    Your two eyes are like two doves
    But our bed is like a failure
    All day up in the family
    At the waning of the light
    To the chamber that conceived me
    Call on me, call on me, call on me

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    The Dirty Projectors – Spray paint (the walls)

    It feels good to say what I want
    To knock things down
    It feels good to see the disgust in their eyes

    Oh I’m wanna go wild
    And spray paint the walls
    Oh I’m wanna go wild
    And spray paint the walls

    I don’t want to see the plan succeed
    There won’t be room for people like me
    My life is their disease
    My life is their disease

    Oh I’m wanna go wild
    And spray paint the walls
    Oh I’m wanna go wild
    And spray paint the walls
    Oh I’m wanna get wild
    And spray paint the walls

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