Down to Earth

Yo.

- Everything | - Everything

- Is everything | - Is everything

What is meant to be will be

Word.

- After winter | - After winter

- Must come spring | - Must come spring

Change, it comes eventually

- Hey there, little Becky. Hey, Tiger. | - Hi, Jimmy.

Hi, Mrs. Ross, Mr. Ross. | How are you?

- Deliveries in the back. | - Excuse me?

You heard me. | Deliveries in the back.

Why do you think | I'm a messenger?

No, no, no, really. | Why do you just...

assume I'm a messenger?

Is it impossible for me to have | a friend that lives here?

Would that be | out of the question?

To have an old college chum | that lives upstairs...

that I'm comin' by to see | just to talk about old times?

To have a little cocoa? | Would that upset you?

What's wrong? | I can't have no cocoa?

I don't look like | I like cocoa?

What's wrong with me just comin' here | tryin' to have some cocoa?

I'm sorry, sir. I just- I- | Who did you come here to see?

Nobody. Delivery | for Charles Wellington.

Deliveries in the back.

Let me tell you that | everything is everything

- Look out! Look out! | - What's up, man?

Everything is everything

Welcome to Amateur Night at the Apollo.

Y'all ready for a show?

There's no way we're | part of the same place

We're part of the same time

We both have the same blood

We both have the same mind

And time and time

We've had so much to share

No, no, no, no

I'm not wakin' up | tomorrow mornin'

And findin' there's nobody there

No, no, no, no way

And you and you and you

You're gonna love me

Oh, yes, you are

Thank you.

Peace. I'm outta here.

Let's hear it, Apollo, for Phil Quon.

- Congratulations, you killed. | - Thanks, Booey.

Phil Quon. Show your love.

- They're not gonna boo me off, right? | - Did I say that?

- I mean, anything could happen. | - Yeah, anything could happen,

like they invent a new boo | that's silent.

What? Huh? What? | What are you looking at?

This girl I met at the Shark Bar | last night. I told her to come down.

Damn, she's skinny. Until y'all | have sex, she just might start a fire.

Our next act is a comedian. | How about a hand for Mr. Lance Barton?

- What is that? What's with the hat? | - You don't like the hat?

You look like you're gonna tie somebody | to the railroad tracks.

I need style. Nobody wants to see Lance | Barton, bike messenger from Bed-Stuy.

People want to see | Lance Barton, comedian.

- What people? | - Lance Barton people.

Lance Barton, everybody. | Come on.

- No boos. | - No boos.

- Here comes Booey. | - Let's get ready.

Lance Barton, everybody.

Don't touch me, man.

Hey, what's up, Apollo?

Where'd you get that hat, man?

Yeah. Yeah, all right. So, uh-

How come every time...

a airplane crash,

all they can ever find | is the black box?

Why don't they just make | the whole plane out of the black box?

Yeah. I got roaches. | Who here got roaches?

Everybody got roaches, man. | It's Harlem.

Yeah. Yeah, | everybody got roaches.

Yeah, man. I got some roaches | in my house, man.

Roaches so big, one roach | got drafted in the second round.

Get your ass offstage, Booey. | That shit ain't funny.

Yeah.

Hey, you suck!

Come on. Hold it together.

I know this girl so ugly, | she had to wear makeup on the radio.

Boo!

All by myself

Don't wanna be

- All by myself | - No!

- Ow! Ow! Hey! | - Anymore

All by myself

You out there with a new hat. | You need a new act.

Well, if I'm so unfunny, | how come you're still my manager?

Lance, you're funny... offstage.

- But onstage, you're, um- | - I'm what?

You're afraid. See, you're afraid | of being yourself, and they can tell.

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