Beat Street Page #5

He's crazy.

Yo, Kenny, it's Monte.

He's coming?

- You listen pretty good.

- Herc, I'm not stealing your headliner.

Just giving him a little downtown exposure.

You got everything to gain.

- I'm looking out for the boy's interest.

- I can look out for Double K's interests.

Do me a favor.

New Year's Eve,

do exactly what you did tonight.

Don't worry about it.

Double K won't change a note.

So when do we see the contract?

He your manager?

Yeah, well, don't let that stop you.

Yo, chill out, man. I hear something.

Battle cry

Let's do the right thing.

Let's serve these dudes, man.

Fight this dancer

Super solid

Fight this dancer

Super solid

The battle cry

No way.

You see

Is it time for what's in store

The crews are headed for a dancing war

Who rocks, who rocks,

who rocks, who rocks?

Battle cry

Street drums

Speed drums

Street drums

Speed drums

Street drums

Who rocks, who rocks,

who rocks, who rocks?

Battle cry

It's the police!

Come on, man. Let's get out of here!

Get off me, man!

Stay still.

Amazing, isn't it?

Then do the same thing to add other sounds

to other keyboard registers.

Look.

Add a little scratch.

And the computer prints out the score.

Isn't that incredible?

Yeah. That's good, man.

Here, play with it a while.

In a couple of hours, he'll probably

have it doing tricks nobody else thought of.

Kenny, while you're working,

I have some work to complete with Tracy.

- It's the piano part.

- The intro.

Yes.

- I can't believe the performance is tomorrow.

- You'd better believe it.

Need some help?

The keyboard went dead.

You wiped out the disk.

Here, I'll reprogram it for you.

- I got to get going.

- Going?

I thought you wanted to use the studio...

to try out some sounds

for your New Year's Eve show at the Roxy.

I don't need new sounds, man.

What I got's plenty.

It was plenty good enough

to get me the gig.

Excuse me, Robert.

Kenny, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

I'm fine, you're fine.

We should just leave it that way.

What do you mean by that?

I've got things to do, my own things.

You got your own things to do

with your own friends.

Robert?

You think that was so new and great,

what he was doing? That was nothing.

- We were just trying to help you.

- I don't need help.

- Other people respect what I do.

- And I don't?

You don't even know why I'm with you.

I got it figured out.

You are the missionary, and I'm the native.

Man, look at these toy cops.

They don't know the difference

between dancing and fighting.

Word. It's true, man.

If we were fighting,

these people would've run the other way.

If you know what's good for you,

you'll shut up!

Mom!

Mom, these fools busted us for dancing.

Could you believe this?

I believe you better shut your mouth

before I decide to leave you here.

Take my advice.

You better nip that little attitude in the bud.

That's heading for nowhere but trouble.

You're kind of young

to be giving advice, aren't you?

If my son says he was dancing,

that's what he was doing.

If you're gonna arrest people for dancing,

maybe you're the one who needs advice...

'cause there are lots of worse things

these kids could be doing.

- That I know.

- Word.

I don't know. Maybe I made a bad mistake.

I mean, she's got this big performance

of her composition tonight...

so she's thinking about that.

Man, women are always trying

to change you.

Is Carmen trying to change you?

Hell, no. Who told you that?

You got that dumb job.

That's a big change, isn't it?

That was just something I had to do.

It'll be better once I start working day shifts.

Night shifts interfere with my real work.

Is that all you want to do?

Go bombing trains at night

and pushing a broom all day?

Why are you getting on my case?

I'm not getting on you, man.

You see them?

Their tags are little black letters

on little white cards of paper.

My tag's running...

in Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, right now.

In every borough, on every line.

It's eight feet high, and it's beautiful.

- But what about tomorrow?

- Tomorrow's a long way off, man.

When I'm writing trains...

or when you're mixing sounds,

making people dance, that's everything.

We're alive.

The white one.

- Somebody made it an A train.

- So, what does that mean?

That means tonight, after work, it's mine.

There it is.

Take this off, will you?

- Do that fill-in in red, okay?

- Okay.

Come on.

Let's go do the other side.

You've got to be kidding. Ramo!

Do you hear something?

Spit!

Kenny.

Sorry I missed your concert.

That wasn't important.

I know what you mean.

That New Year's Eve gig at the Roxy...

I don't think that's so important.

But you're gonna do it, aren't you?

I don't know.

I have an idea for something I could do.

- But I'm not sure how.

- Can I help?

Please?

Grand Master Melle and the Furious Five...

Twenty-five breakers,

the City College dancers...

and a Bronx gospel choir?

Do you realize

what you're asking these people to do?

- They'll do it.

- They'll do it.

Yeah, so they'll do it...

but there's no way in hell anybody's

gonna let you turn New Year's Eve at Roxy...

into some kind of a funeral.

It won't be a funeral. It'll be a celebration.

Kenny, are you crazy?

This is the opportunity of your life.

It's my life.

Okay, brother.

Then let's do it right.

Beat Street, breakdown

Beat Street, the king of the beat

You see 'em rockin' that beat

from across the street

Beat street is a lesson, too

Because you can't let the streets beat you

Well, a picture can express

a thousand words

To describe all the beauty of life you give

And if the world was yours to do over

I know you'd paint a better place to live

Where the colors would swirl

and the boys and girls

Can grow in peace and harmony

And where murals stand on walls so grand

As far as the eyes are able to see

I never knew art till I saw your face

And there'll never be one to take your place

'Cause every time

you touch a spray-paint can

Michelangelo's soul controls your hands

Then serenades of blue and red

And the beauty of the rainbow

fills your head

Crescendo colors play in tune

Man, why did you have to die so soon?

Sayin' one, two, three, four

Just let me know what you came here for

And just clap your hands, everybody

And let me know that I'm not alone

And if you knew my man when he was alive

Scream it out and say, "Ramon!"

Ramon!

I'm talking 'bout

ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Where the good die young as all they must

'Cause as life must live, death must die

And the tears shall fall from the living eye

Tell me, who's gonna dream

the impossible dream

Of the beautiful cities

and the island streams

When your works of art brought into being

All that the ghetto stopped you from seeing

Still-life, urban masterpiece

Your trademark was written

on trains and walls

A million-dollar gift only God would leave

And yet you got killed for nothing at all

So after this, there'll be no more hard times

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