Supremacy Page #2
hittin' the fan tonight.
It's a f***in' race war.
Armageddon.
Death to Jews
and N*ggers, you get it?
F***.
What the f***
happened in there?
How many people?
I don't know,
family of five, six.
I took care of it.
- Six people?
- We got keys.
- I got eight hours, so let's f***ing go.
- Whoa, whoa!
Wait a second. We can't just take
the keys and drive a car out there.
What if-What if-What if
they call the cops on us?
Yank the f***ing
phones, f*** it.
How about they just go right
on to the neighbor's house?
Fine, we'll take
one of them with us.
I don't think
we got a choice, huh?
We'll take a chance.
We do not have
that kind of chance right now.
Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?
Do you hear all these
f***ing cops everywhere?
Yo, I say we jump him.
Smash his f***ing brains.
What? And get us all killed?
You heard that man.
He's on some
white supremacist bullshit.
Like, sworn to hate. He's not
gonna listen to no sh*t we say.
That's why we let him leave.
His business
is none of my business.
We can't just
f***in' sit here.
The word is patience.
Sounds like fear.
You're gonna take him?
You ain't sh*t.
F*** you!
- No. Stop!
- You ain't sh*t.
the way you treat yours.
Now, you stop it.
Come on.
For once,
Mr. Walker is right.
We just let him leave.
And God-willing,
then we call the police.
No, no, no.
No police.
No, I have
nothing for the police.
I can't have no police here.
What are you talking about?
You can't put your pants on.
Let alone pull 'em off.
What are you gonna do?
Goddamn it.
Mama.
Handle it.
- I said that's enough.
- No, it's not enough.
I'm just gettin' started.
- Mama.
- No.
We get out of here, God-willing.
I'm walkin'.
- Then walk.
- I had enough of this sh*t.
You walk,
you run, do whatever.
You ain't no prize.
- You ain't no prize, either.
- You ain't no prize left.
Okay.
- Okay.
- So, what then?
If you're so goddamn smart?
- I don't know. I gotta calm down.
- Huh? Huh?
I gotta think.
'Cause takin'
that car is a stupid idea.
That is a stupid idea.
We can't argue with ourselves,
we can't fight him by ourself,
we can't beat ourselves up.
Yeah, but I'm not
trustin' that dude
to come back up
here and just wait.
Patience.
Understand that, Anthony?
Just a little patience, okay?
You saw him
when he talked about
when I talked
about when I did time,
that I wasn't
gonna do no time,
so I had no gun.
You saw the way he'd look?
He understood that.
He thought
He thought
he could take me down.
Because I had said that.
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