Bashment

[SILENCE]

[MAN]

PEOPLE.

GIVE ME SOME LOVE, BRETHREN.

[CROWD CHEERING]

I'M CALLING ON MY PEOPLE.

TONIGHT, MY BROTHERS

TONIGHT, MY SISTERS

FATES WILL BE DECIDED

FUTURES WILL BE SE LIVES WILL BE CHANGED

DESTINY REACH ME, BRETHREN

DESTINY REACH:

YOU GOT MY MONEY, RUDE BOY?

YOU GOT MY MONEY?

WHEN YOU SEE ME 'PON THE ROAD,

STEP ASIDE, BREH.

WHEN YOU SEE ME 'PON THE STREET,

JUST SLIDE, YEAH.

WHEN THE BROTHERS

COMING THROUGH,

BETTER HIDE SCARE,

'CAUSE I'M BRINGING

SOMETHING NEW,

AND I DON'T CARE.

WOOH!

WHAT THE B*TCHES

IN YO' CLIQUE WANNA SAY, YEAH.

IF THEY FEEL ALL MY FLOWS

ARE TOO TIRED, YEAH.

MM-HMM.

MY RHYTHMS IS SICK,

AND MY RHYMES ARE THE LICK,

AND MY BEATS DRIVE COMPETITORS

TO DRINK, YEAH.

YEAH.

OH.

THAT'S SOME BRUCE LEE

TYPE SH*T.

[CHATTER]

DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES

WHEN YOU'RE TRAINING.

F***IN' BATTY, MAN.

IF YOU RECKON:

I'M ALL BRAGGADOCIO.

IF YOU RECKON I'M LYING

LIKE PINOCCHIO.

THAT A BROTHER CAN'T FLOW

'CAUSE HE'S A HOMO.

WELL, YOU--

WELL, YOU GONNA--

WELL, YOU GONNA SEE A SISSY

THAT CAN, THOUGH.

WELL, YOU GONNA SEE A SISSY

THAT CAN, THOUGH.

IF YOU RECKON'

I'M ALL BRAGGADOCIO.

IF YOU RECKON' I'M LYING

LIKE PINOCCHIO.

THAT A BROTHER CAN'T FLOW

'CAUSE HE'S A HOMO.

WELL, YOU GONNA SEE A SISSY

THAT CAN, THOUGH.

[DOOR SLAMS]

OH, SH*T.

IF YOU THINK:

YOU'RE A BAD MAN, THEN COME

I'M A SHOW YOU

A BAD MAN, BETTER RUN

LYRIC TAKE YOU DOWN

LIKE A BULLET FROM A GUN

ONE SHOT,

ONE SYLLABLE, THEN DONE

[CAR HORN HONKS]

OLLIE!

JUST A MINUTE.

ONE MINUTE, YEAH?

OLLIE!

SEE HOW ME RUN THINGS,

SEE IT THERE:

SEE HOW ME RUN THINGS,

SEE IT THERE:

SEE IT THERE,

SEE HOW ME RUN THINGS

WHOA-HO-HO.

HEY! HEY, YO, KKK.

WHAT?

THIS IS DANCE HALL

STYLEE.

HEY, YO, K.

YO.

HEY!

SISTER, GIVE ME A TWIX.

K!

YO, SISTER.

K, BOY, WE AIN'T GO TIME.

'CAUSE WHAT, AM I BLACK

OR SOMETHING?

SEE THAT THERE BEHIND YOU?

THAT LINE OF PEOPLE

STOOD PATIENTLY WAITING.

HERE IN CIVILIZATION

WE CALL THAT A QUEUE.

AND YOU SEE THIS

HERE IN FRONT OF YOU?

THIS GLEAMING EBONY PROOF

THAT THERE IS A GOD

AND HE LOVES BLACK WOMEN.

WE CALL THIS A BLACK MAN.

AND BLACK MAN:

DON'T DEAL WITH QUEUES

YOU GET ME, SIS?

BLACK MAN HAS STOOD UP

ENOUGH LINES SINCE TIME.

BREAD LINE, WELFARE LINE,

IMMIGRATION LINE,

AND POLICE IDENTIFICATION

LINE-UP.

WELL, BLACK MAN

BROKE AWAY, SEE?

BLACK MAN DON'T STAND IN LINE

NO MORE FOR NOTHING,

SISTER GIRL, YOU GET ME?

SORRY, I KEEP TRYING

TO CATCH A GLIMPSE

OF THIS SISTER:

YOU KEEP TALKING TO.

OR IS SHE LIKE:

YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND

THAT ONLY YOU CAN SEE?

WHO YOU:

A TALK TO SO?

I DON'T KNOW, MATE.

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? NEXT.

I SUPPOSE THAT MUST BE ME.

EXCUSE ME, BROTHER.

LISTEN, B*TCH,

AND LISTEN GOOD.

THAT'S MY NAME,

DON'T WEAR IT OUT.

STOP.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

B*TCH WILL DO FINE.

HELP A BROTHER OUT, YEAH?

SEE ME TRYING TO AC LIKE KOFI ANNAN?

TRYING TO REUNITE

THE PEOPLES, YEAH?

WHY DON'T YOU CONTRIBUTE

TO WORLD PEACE, YEAH?

AND JUST GIVE US YOUR NAME.

CHARISMA.

OH, NOW THAT'S A NAME.

SEE HOW CREATIVE

NUBIAN PEOPLES CAN BE.

PURE POETRY RIGHT THERE,

FOR REAL.

MY PARENTS NAMED ME JULIA, MAN.

I MEAN, WHAT'S THAT ABOUT?

JULIA WOLFOVITZ,

AKA WHITE FANG, WHAT'S UP?

NOW, SEE MY MAN HERE?

CHRISTENED DIJON SOCRATES

LAWRENCE THE THIRD,

AKA IN THE AREA AS KKK.

KRAZY KOP KILLA.

PROBABLY HEARD OF HIM.

NO.

WELL, SISTER,

FOR SURE YOU WILL.

INEVITABILITY IN EFFECT.

IT'S ALL ABOUT TIME, SIS,

CA' TONIGHT,

MY MAN HERE AND HIM CREW,

THE ILFORD ILLMANICS--

THEY'RE MY COMPETIN' AC IN THE URBAN SLAM.

MEK I TELL YOU,

AS THEIR PROMOTER,

MANAGER, MENTOR,

WHAT-HAVE-YA

THAT SAID COMPETITION

IS SEIZED FOR REAL.

PRISONERS TAKEN,

CASTLE CAPTURED,

DECLARE A DAMN:

CEASE-FIRE.

SEE, WHAT YOU

A DEAL WIT' HERE

IS A LYRICAL LANDSCAPER,

READY TO TAG:

HIS OWN SISTINE CHAPEL.

A FLEDGLING LEGEND

ON THE EDGE OF SUCCESS

AND SO HE'S JUS A LICKLE BIT CRANKY,

JUST A LICKLE BIT WIRED.

IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU, SIS,

OR THIS LICKLE:

CHI-CHI MAN.

IT'S ABOU ARTISTIC TEMPERAMEN AND THE AGONY OF GENIUS.

CA' ALL THIS NUBIAN WARRIOR

NEEDS:

IS JUST ONE ITTY-BITTY

LICKLE TWIX:

TO SOOTHE HIS SAVAGE BREAST,

SO THE MOJO WILL FLOW.

AND ANOTHER BROTHER

CAN RISE.

CONTRIBUTE:

TO WORLD PEACE, SIS.

SUPPORT THE ARTS.

UPLIF' THE RACE,

AND GIVE THE BRUDDA

A FLIPPIN' TWIX,

FOR F***'S SAKE, YEAH?

NEXT.

[GASPS]

YO.

SISTA.

GIVE ME A TWIX.

[DANIEL]

EXCUSE ME.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD

TAKE YOUR HAND OFF HIM?

SORRY,

THAT WAS RUDE OF ME.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD

TAKE YOUR HAND OFF HIM,

PLEASE?

DAMN RAASCLAAT,

BATTY BOYS, MAN--

THEY'RE F***ING EVERYWHERE!

[KKK]

NO.

HE AIN'T GAY,

JUS' POSH.

AIN'T IT, BLUE BLOOD?

YOU AIN' NO GAY PUSSYRAAS?

I PREFER QUEER,

ACTUALLY.

WELL,

I'M OLD-FASHIONED.

CAN'T BEAR

TO STAND ASIDE:

WHILST A BRUTE:

MANHANDLES A BEAUTY.

JUST HAVE TO 'STEP UP.'

I BELIEVE:

THAT'S THE PHRASE?

STEP UP, SPEAK UP

AND ASK YOU RESPECTFULLY

TO TAKE YOUR HAND

OFF HIM,

PLEASE.

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW

WHAT BRUTE MEANS?

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW

WORDS AND MEANINGS?

YOU DRINK SPUNK FOR BREAKFAS UP YOUR DIRTY RAAS

AND YOU TALK DOWN TO ME?

WHAT IF I AM JUST ANOTHER

IG'ERANT BELLIGERENT N*GGER,

N' I COMPLETE

YOUR PICTURE OF ME

AND CRUSH YOUR B*TCH'S PAW

IN MY FIS LIKE A BISCUIT?

WHAT IF I F*** YOU BOTH UP

AND STEP OVER YOUR BODIES

WITH MY TWIX N' GWAN MY WAY?

WHAT THEN?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT THEN?

YO...

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