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RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

IS TIME FE SURRENDER

T'ROW UP YOUR 'ANDS,

MUTHAFUCKAS,

AND ASSUME THE:

POSITION!

ALLA MY NIGGAS:

AT THE MC TROW-DOWN

ALLA MY HOMIES:

OUTTA BRIXTON, LOCKDOWN!

TROW THEM GATS IN THE AIR,

FIRING ONE ROUND

SHOUTIN'

WHERE MY NIGGAS AT?

[CROWD]

ILLMANICS!

MY SWEET B*TCHES

IN THE BARKING AREA

MY SWEET HUNNIES

INNA ILFORD, SEE 'EM DERE?

TEAR THEM WEAVE:

FROM THEIR SCALP IN HYSTERIA

SCREAMIN'

WHERE MY NIGGAS AT?

YO, WHERE MY ILLMANICS?

NIGGAS REACH!

[CROWD]

EAS' LONDON!

LOOKING CRIS, LOOKING DOWN,

COME FE CLAIM THE BLACK CROWN

[ILLMANICS]

NIGGAS REACH!

[CROWD]

EAST LONDON!

SEE HOW ME DRESS TO IMPRESS

HOW ME STEP WID'OUT STRESS?

[ILLMANICS]

NIGGAS REACH!

[CROWD]

EAST LONDON!

IS A BLACK MAN TING

TO LOOK THIS FINE

TAKE A BRUDDA TIME

MEK WHITE BOY COME EARLY

AND NAS' UP THE PLACE

HEY YO, BLACK MAN DRESS

TO REPRESENT THE RACE!

[CROWD GOES WILD]

[MUSIC STOPS]

HEY WAIT WAIT,

HOL' ON, HOL' ON NOW,

HOLD ON, HOLD ON.

[MUSIC STARTS]

SCUSE ME, BRUDDA,

IF YOU DON'T MIND

THIS IS MY MOMENT,

AND THIS IS MY TIME

SORRY BLOOD, YEAH?

NUFF RESPECT:

BUT THIS IS MY STAGE,

AND J.J'S IN EFFEC'

HOW COME JOHNNY-COME-LATELY

YOU SAY ONLY:

WHITE BOYS REACH EARLY

FI TRUE?

WHEN ROCKING THIS HOUSE

IS A SEA OF BLACK FACES

ALL REACH IN DIS PLACE

BEFORE YOU?

A WHA' G'WAN?

AIN'T YOUR MAMMA

RAISE YOU TO KNOW

THAT IT'S RUDE TO INTRUDE?

A WHA' GWAN?

AIN'T YOUR PAPA TELL YOU

EVERY TING IN THIS WORLD

AIN' ALL ABOUT YOU?

A WHA' GWAN?

ALL YOUR PLANS SPANNERED

SO YOU FORGET YOUR MANNERS

AND THEN YOU STEP

TO A BROTHER LIKE YOU

FIXING FI FIGHT?

AIGHT, AIGHT,

SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT.

BWOY, SOMETHIN'

AIN'T RIGHT!

[CROWD CHEERS]

STEP TO IT, MAN,

FINISH HIM.

FIRST 'TING MUTHAFUCKA,

YOU BES'

START ADDRESS ME AS MISTA

'CAUSE THIS NIGGA

HE AIN'T YOUR BROTHER

NO WAY, AND YOU AIN' MY SISTER!

MAKE ME LAUGH HOW YOU 'TINK

YOU CAN STAN' PON THIS STAGE

LIKE YOU SOME KIND

OF REAL STAR:

WHEN YOUR HAIRY-ASS B*TCH

HAS A DICK FOR A CLIT

'CAUSE YOUR GIRL

IS A GEEZER!

[CROWD HOLLERS]

BUT WAIT, DREAD, MY BOY HERE,

HE CAN'T BE A HOMO

ME NA UNDERSTAND

FOR THE DUDE:

TO BE BATTY, MY NIGGA

HE'D HAVE TO BE SCREWING

A MAN!

YEAH, I KNOW HIS LICKLE B*TCH

NEEDS A SHAMPOO AND SHAVE

AND HE MUST BE OU OF HIS MIND

BUT LOVING A DOG,

WELL IT MIGHT BE A SIN

BUT TECHNICALLY:

IT AIN'T A CRIME

CRAZY KOP KILLER!

YO, DID YOU REALLY THINK,

WIGGA TO REAL NIGGA

YOU COULD PULL WOOL

OVER THIS BRUDDA'S EYES?

THAT YOU AND YOUR

P*SSY-RAAS PUNK BOY

COULD MUG UP:

THE NEGROES:

AND TAKE HOME:

THE PRIZE?

IF YOU TINK YOU CAN F***

WITH THIS BLACK MAN

THEN WHITE BOY,

YOUR CORNROWS:

THEM FIX UP:

TOO TIGHT:

JUST DO WHAT YOU DO BES AND BEND OVER B*TCH

'CAUSE YOU REALLY GETTING

F***ED TONIGHT!

ALLA DEM SO-CALL

LYRICAL GANGSTAS

AND BRUK-ASS M.C.

PRETENDA:

A WHA' G'WAN?

ALLA DEM:

NASTY RAAS:

CHI-CHI MEN, BATTY BWOY

NATURE OFFENDER:

THEM SWALLOW MAN'S DICK

THEN WAN FI SPIT LYRIC

AND THEN STEPPIN' TO A BROTHA

LIKE THEM FIXING FI FIGHT?

[ILLMANICS]

AH G'WAN!

SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT, BWOY,

SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT!

SO, THE WORD'S ON THE STREET,

YO THE HOMIE'S A HOMO

ILLMANICS FEEL SICK

BUT WHAT AM I MADE OF THA YOU'RE SO AFRAID OF

A GUY WHO LIKES DICK?

[CROWD CHEERS]

NOW COULD IT BE WHAT'S

REALLY FREAKING YOU OUT

IS YOUR ASS GETTIN' KICKED?

'CAUSE THIS F*GGOT'S PROUD

TO SAY I NEVER FOUND ME

A PUSSYRASS I COULDN'T LICK

OR MAYBE IT'S JUS THAT THE BABE ON MY ARM

IS WAY FINER THAN

YOU'LL EVER OWN

YEAH, ACTUALLY BLOOD,

SEEIN' AS YOU'RE SUCH A STUD

HOW COME:

MISTER LOVER-LOVER'S ALONE?

COULD IT BE BEING BIGOTED

DON'T MAKE YOU BLACKER

IT JUST MAKES YOU

F***ED UP AND SAD?

OR WHAT'S MESSIN'

WITH YOUR HEAD:

IS THE FACT THA LAST NIGHT DREAD

I F***ED BOTH YOUR MUM

AND YOUR DAD?

[CROWD CHEERS]

A WHA' GWAN?

WHAT THE BIG DEAL

WHO I F*** WITH

IF I AIN'T F***ING

WITH YOU?

OR MAYBE THAT'S WHAT'S REALLY

F***ING YOU BOYS

ARE YOU HUNGRY FOR A LICKLE

PIECE OF J.J. TOO?

A' WHA' G'WAN?

SHOULD I BE FLATTERED?

ARE YOUR HOPES:

SHATTERED?

IS THAT WHY YOU STEP

TO A BROTHER:

LIKE YOU'RE FIXIN'

FOR FIGHT?

[CROWD JOINS]

SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT, BWOY,

SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT!

[ALL]

A WHA' GWAN,

A WHA' GWAN

[CONTINUES]

HO, HO, HO,

HO HO:

SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT BWOY,

SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT

HEY, COME ON, COME ON,

COME ON, COME ON,

CUT THE MUSIC.

THIS IS OFFICIAL.

THE DISQUALIFICATION

STANDS.

ILLMANICS,

PLEASE LEAVE THE STAGE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

[CROWD BOOS]

I SAID...

THE DISQUALIFICATION

STANDS.

ILLMANICS,

PLEASE LEAVE THE STAGE.

[UPROAR]

[VENOM]

SCRATCH THAT J.J. SHI [UPROAR CONTINUES]

PLEASE, PLEASE, LET'S CHANGE

THE TEMPERATURE NOW.

LETS MAKE UP SOME NOISE.

MAKE UP SOME REAL NOISE

FOR MC J.J.

[BOOS AND APPLAUSE]

[CONTINUES]

[MUSIC RESUMES]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[J.J.SINGS]

ILLMANICS MUST RETIRE

AND TAKE THEIR LICKS

NEXT TIME YOU MUST BUILD

YOUR HOUSE FROM MIRACLE BRICKS

W'APPEN, BLOOD!

WHASSUP BREDREN!

[THEY LAUGH]

HAS RUDEBOY WON YET?

WELL, I THINK

HE SHOULD.

BUT THEN YOU WOULD.

OOH, RHYME!

I GOT SKILLZ,

WITH A Z!

I SHOULD BE DOWN THERE!

SURROUNDED BY BLACK BLOKES

IN STRING VESTS,

ALL RAPPING ABOU THE SIZE OF THEIR D*CKS.

OH GOD, I HATE YOU.

KEVAN!

I SUPPOSE THEY ARE

SORT OF SEXY,

IN A SCARY WAY.

THE BEST KIND OF SEXY.

I REALLY SHOULD:

COME DOWN THERE.

ORLY, MATE?

YEAH?

DO YOU WANT ME:

TO COME DOWN THERE?

I'M FINE.

DON'T WANT TO OVERRUN THE PLACE.

THAT'S THE TROUBLE

WITH YOU HONKIES.

DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU'RE

NOT WELCOME.

'HONKIES'?

DO PEOPLE STILL SAY THAT?

PROBABLY.

THIS ISN'T THE MOST POLITICALLY

CORRECT ENVIRONMENT.

GOD, IF I HEAR THE N-WORD

ONE MORE TIME--

THE N-WORD?

FORGIVE ME,

I DON'T SPEAK COY.

DO YOU MEAN NIGGA?

KEVAN!

WITH AN 'A'!

IT'S OKAY WITH

AN 'A' AT THE END.

THAT'S JUS KEEPING IT REAL.

YOU JUST SAID YOURSELF

THEY'RE ALL SAYING IT.

WELL, I CAN' GET USED TO IT.

I'M SORRY, EVERY TIME

I HEAR THE WORD--

NIGGA--

I JUST HEAR THE E-R.

HONESTLY, IT'S NIGGA THIS

AND NIGGA THAT,

THERE'S A NIGGA IN EVERY

SENTENCE.

IT MAKES ME CLENCH.

I'M CLENCHING RIGHT NOW

AS WE SPEAK.

YEAH, WELL, DON' GIVE YOURSELF CONTRACTIONS.

WELL, I CAN'T BE BANDYING

WORDS WITH YOU.

I'VE GOT A WIGGA TO WATCH!

LATERS YEAH?

PEACE OUT!

INNIT!

'N*GGER?'

DID I HEAR YOU:

SAY 'N*GGER?'

WITH AN 'A.'

ANYWAY, I WAS JUST SAYING

HOW I HATE THAT WORD.

HOW YOU HATE N*GGERS?

THE WORD.

I HATE THE WORD.

I LOVE NIGGAS--

BLACK PEOPLE.

I DON'T HATE ANYONE.

WE ARE ALL AFRICANS.

[LAUGHS]

AH, MAN, LEAVE HIM.

HE'S JUST A LICKLE CHI-CHI MAN.

MAKE HIM GWAN WITH HIM

NASTY SELF, YEAH?

OH MAN, NOW YOU'RE BEING

SCANDALOUS AND SLANDERLOUS.

HOW CAN AN AFRICAN MAN

BE A CHI-CHI MAN?

THAT JUST AIN'T LOGICAL.

HOW COULD A A RIGHTEOUS,

GOD-FEARING AFRICAN MAN

BE A BATTY BOY?

AIN'T NO WAY.

ORVILLE, YOU AIN' DUTTY SO, IS IT?

HEY, LEAVE HIM,

HE'S COOL.

YOU'RE COOL,

INNIT, BLOOD?

[EGGY]

GO ON, PUT THIS FOOL

STRAIGHT!

TELL HIM YOU DON' TAKE DICK.

YOU'RE AMONGS FAMILY NOW, BREDREN.

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