Wild Style

I am the top pick.

The Shadow knows

Bitch!

Okay.

Hector.

I thought you were supposed to be at boot camp.

You know, I was gonna shoot your ass.

I ought to rearrange your face.

That's what I should do.

What the fuck is with that durag on your head anyway?

I don't know what the hell

you are doing at my crib.

But I want this shit...

out of my room.

What you mean shit?

What shit?

This shit.

It's fucking garbage.

Hey, this isn't garbage.

This is something that you don't get to see

in the infantry, my man.

People are sick of it.

Have you been busted for this yet?

Never, never.

You mean to tell me that I'm busting my ass,

I'm sending money home for you and Mom...

and you're sitting at home,

doing this shit?

Maybe you should be honored a medal for this.

Stop fucking around and be a man.

There ain't nothin' out here for you.

Oh, yes, there is.

This.

Yo, Chico, um...

Is Connie inside the store?

She ain't here, bro. What's up?

Hey, I just wanted to find out

if they needed any help in the store

or anything, you know.

Let me tell you,

Connie don't have no jobs but this one.

And I don't think you're man enough to take it from me.

If you really needed a job, you would've came here last week

when all them graffiti guys got together

and painted this mural.

They got some green off of that.

Yo, I don't hang out with those guys.

Man, I ain't got nothing to do with those dudes.

And then I saw your female with them, too.

What's up with her?

I've been hearing that she's been giving that stuff out

to all them graffiti guys.

Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico, man.

I could paint three of those murals

for some of that ass.

Yo, you wouldn't have a chance in a million, chump.

Oh, shit.

So, that's Zoro.

Way up there, by the true blue.

Yeah.

Crash.

You should, like, uh, see to that.

Give these, over here, these stuck over paint,

are fillin' again.

'Cause, like, that brick's also fucked up.

Don't get drips now.

Drips?

- Don't worry about it. - Yes, drips.

- Yo, Red. - What?

- What you doing? - 'Cause you're not covering.

- You're not using too much. - Are you crazy?

You're gonna get that filled in more, right?

Hey, Rose!

Rose!

Yo, I'll see you guys later, man.

All right, man. Nice to meet you, man.

All right, I'll check you out, man, you're cool.

All right.

Yo, man. Wait up, I just wanna talk to you, man.

I wanna talk to you about the Union.

What about the Union?

I don't wanna talk about those guys.

These guys are making a lot of money, man.

I think you should be down with this.

The guy who paid them is only around at night,

when the place opens up.

This big black dude, uh,

I think his name is Phade.

Oh, shit! Phade?

I know that guy.

Yo, this is only the beginning

of what the Union guys are gonna do for money.

'Cause when this article comes out--

- What article? - Yo, this lady reporter,

her name is Virginia.

She's coming to interview them tomorrow, at the Dixie Mural.

If she's doing something on the Union,

then obviously, she's gonna do,

like, their pictures,

and they don't even got whole cars rollin'.

They don't even know what whole car is.

The lady said that some museum

might be interested in their work.

What work?

They're doing graffiti, on canvas.

So now they're making graffiti on canvas?

Graffiti ain't canvases.

Graffiti's on the trains and on the walls.

And they ain't got nothing to talk about.

Ah!

I like that.

Completely brand-new.

And being a graffiti writer

is taking the chances and shit.

Taking the risks.

Taking, like, all the arguments from the transit,

from the police, from your own mom, you know.

From your friends and shit.

You know, you gotta take all that bullshit.

"Ah, you're vandalizing on the street."

I remember when Butch and Kase

were really bombing with nice whole cars.

And Pnut and Tracy was king of the D's.

And Caine 1 was really whole-carring

on the damn 7 line.

Oh, shit. That looks brand-new

with the windows and all.

That's the newest stuff I've seen.

How can you call people that hang out in windows

and watch trains riders, man?

You gotta write. You gotta do the action, man, you know?

You gotta go out there, rack up!

You gotta go out and paint.

And be called an outlaw at the same time.