Bashment

PEOPLE.

GIVE ME SOME LOVE, BRETHREN.

I'M CALLING ON MY PEOPLE.

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 BITCHES 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 SHIT.

DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN YOU'RE TRAINING.

FUCKIN' 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.

OH, SHIT.

OLLIE!

JUST A MINUTE.

ONE MINUTE, YEAH?

OLLIE!

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, BITCH, AND LISTEN GOOD.

THAT'S MY NAME, DON'T WEAR IT OUT.

STOP.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

BITCH WILL DO FINE.

HELP A BROTHER OUT, YEAH?

SEE ME TRYING TO ACT 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' ACT 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 JUST A LICKLE BIT CRANKY,

JUST A LICKLE BIT WIRED.

IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU, SIS,

OR THIS LICKLE CHI-CHI MAN.

IT'S ABOUT ARTISTIC TEMPERAMENT

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 FUCK'S SAKE, YEAH?

NEXT.

YO.

SISTA.

GIVE ME A TWIX.

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 FUCKING EVERYWHERE!

NO.

HE AIN'T GAY,

JUS' POSH. AIN'T IT, BLUE BLOOD?

YOU AIN'T 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 BREAKFAST UP YOUR DIRTY RAAS

AND YOU TALK DOWN TO ME?

WHAT IF I AM JUST ANOTHER IG'ERANT BELLIGERENT NIGGER,

N' I COMPLETE YOUR PICTURE OF ME

AND CRUSH YOUR BITCH'S PAW IN MY FIST

LIKE A BISCUIT?

WHAT IF I FUCK YOU BOTH UP AND STEP OVER YOUR BODIES

WITH MY TWIX N' GWAN MY WAY?

WHAT THEN?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT THEN?

YO...

SISTA...

GIVE ME A TWIX.

MAGIC WORD?

PLEASE.

KEEP THE CHANGE, YEAH?

YOU THINK YOU'RE CUTE, INNIT?

JUST 'CAUSE YOUR UPWARDLY-MOBILE NIGGER DADDY

FOUND A WHITE BITCH TO BE HIS BABY MAMA,

AND YOU GREW UP TALKING LIKE THE ENEMY,

YOU THINK YOU AIN'T GHETTO.

WELL,

WHEN YOU MARRY YOUR NICE LICKLE WHITE BOY

WITH HIS NICE LICKLE WHITE JOB

AND HIS NICE LICKLE WHITE HOUSE

IN NICE LICKLE WHITE TOWN,

AND YOU TAKE YOUR NICE LICKLE MULLATTO BABY

OUT IN HIS NICE LICKLE WHITE PRAM,

AND ALL THE NICE LICKLE WHITE MUMS

ARX HOW LONG YOU BEEN HIS FUCKING NANNY...

YOU'LL SEE JUST HOW GHETTO YOU ARE,

AND HOW CUTE YOU AIN'T.

AND WHEN THAT MOMENT REACH,

AND YOU CALL YOUR GAY BEST FRIEND,

AND HE SENDS YOUR CALL TO VOICEMAIL,

THINK OF THIS MOMENT, YEAH?

AND REMEMBER--

YOU COULDA CONNECTED WITH A BRUDDA.

ARE YOU OKAY?

'EAR ME NOW! JUDGEMENT DAY REACH

AND T'ROUGH THE RIDDIM ME A' SAY CREATION A PREACH!

MEK MAN, WOMAN AND PICKNEY, LET THE BEATS THEM A TEACH

YOU LEAAAARN!