Fury of the Fist and the Golden Fleece

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1

Farid Morocco

My fellow Americans, thank you

for sharing your time

with me tonight.

Tonight we're

launching an effort

which holds the promise of

changing the course

of human history.

There will be risks and

results take time.

But I believe we can do it.

[narrator]

I heard about a man who carries

his own coffin.

He doesn't wear a watch.

He decides what time it is.

[playing "La Cucaracha"]

[laughing]

[music stops]

[screaming]

[farts]

[yells]

[music resumes]

[moaning]

You know why they call me

Nino Grande?

[women shrieking]

Nino, are you ready for dinner?

[laughing]

-Drop 'em.

-You gonna make me?

[The Fist]

No. But Dirty Harry will.

Ay, chinga!

I've been looking for

the six-fingered man.

What does that make you?

I am Nino Grande!

You bang my sister.

Now! Prepare to die!

[grunting]

Nino Grande,

always a foot short.

Adios, muchacho.

You just got Fisted.

[women chattering]

[women moaning]

[spurting]

This is a stick-up, mofos,

put your hands in the air!

We can either

do this the easy way...

Or my way.

-I can do it both ways.

-Give me everything you've got.

Lollipops, chains, keys,

jewels everything.

I don't want your

dirty ass cash,

where's your bling-ass pimp?

Spread out!

I want this b*tch

platinum by morning!

Put your weight on it.

Fools!

Everybody, bow your

heads to Superfly.

Your new god.

Don't you all know who I am?

-Who is that guy?

-You don't know,

that's, that's...

That's the best kung-fu rapper

on the planet.

What you looking at,

motherf***er, you ain't

gonna do--

[screams]

What the hell are you

doing, Chinaman?

[screaming]

Now put some weight on it!

You ain't nothing but a fake-ass

Bruce Lee kung-fu fool!

Hey, don't you la-la's

know who I am?

You better ask somebody!

-Superfly motherfuckers!

-That's right.

Hey, somebody get this

fake-ass pimp?

[moaning continues]

-Superfly motherfuckers!

-That's right.

Bow your heads!

And girls, ladies,

you with me now!

Take his hat too.

What's my name?

-Superfly motherfuckers!

-What's my name?

-Superfly motherfuckers!

-What's my name?

-Superfly!

-Remember...

I'm Superfly!

When you see me coming.

Bow your heads!

[narrator]

New York City, 1984.

Ain't nothing like the

Disco-funk, free love

of the '70s.

Grown men are moving right on

back home with mama.

And everybody's on welfare.

With the central planners in

full genocidal effect,

this whole city man,

needs a hero,

to fight back against

the blight, the smack,

the crack, the gangs,

the boys in blue,

the agents in suits.

And all that trickle down

Reaganomics bullshit!

We find our heroes in the

most unusual places.

[alarm blaring]

[grunts]

Okay, man, okay.

Goddamn, you like King Kong.

Conyo, wake up, man.

Come on you gotta do your job.

Don't call me conyo, pendejo!

You don't even speak Spanish!

I speak everything,

what you talking crazy for?

-Dude you want me to

call the IRS?

-You mean the I-N-S.

Whatever I send your

ass back to Guantanamo.

I'm from Mexico, cabron.

What the f*** difference does it

make where you're from,

Hector?

Did you want me to come,

we start over again?

This eye in the sky

You know what I mean

Vengeance is mine

Yeah, you know how I feel

Wipe the self

The felt is the birthplace

I see the G-O-D

In some blackface

Zeroes and heroes

Fist knew about this

Solid ages

Flagrant, and they talk sh*t

What has the world come to?

What are you gonna do, Fist?

Return to sender.

Now you talking, baby!

That I like.

Keep it coming...

Well, ain't this special.

Okinawa Jackson was wondering

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