Black Dynamite Page #2

And there's something

that you're not telling me.

Okay.

We heard about your brother's death.

The last thing we need...

...is you running through the streets

creating a river of blood.

Tell me who did it

and I'll just leave a puddle.

We don't know who killed Jimmy.

But I do know this.

You step out of line, friendship or not,

and I'm gonna take you down.

In case you forgot,

when you left the agency...

...you relinquished

your license to kill.

Well, you do what you have to.

Just don't get in my way.

Come on, give it up

to Afroditey and the Moonchild.

Give them a nice round of applause,

big round of applause, yeah.

Black Dynamite,

you came to see me.

B*tch, no, I gotta go rap a taste

with my man Horn...

...but afterwards since I'm here,

maybe I'll throw you one right quick.

Out of sight.

I get off in 15 minutes.

You're right about that, sugar.

You're right about that.

Bullhorn, can I get you anything?

Yes. I would like some of that ass.

Yes, yes, yes.

Man, who dare knock

when I'm planning to plant my...?

Main man Black Dynamite.

What it is, Bullhorn?

What you want to eat, man?

Sister Betty made some hog maws

and, man, she put her ankle in it.

I ain't here for no food, Horn.

Oh, man.

I can dig it.

Sugar, give us a minute.

You know, man...

...I'm really sorry to hear

about what happened to Jimmy.

You know, me and you

been tight for a long time.

- So you know if you need anything...

- Thanks, Horn.

I need to know about the kind of cats

that Jimmy was running with.

You know, he came around here

about a week ago...

...with some cats

that I had never seen before.

Man, I mean,

these cats looked mean.

Meaner than two fat motherfuckers

wrestling over pork chops and greens.

Can you dig it?

Yeah. I can dig it.

That little old half-a-player,

Cream Corn, was with them.

You remember Cream Corn.

So where is Cream Corn

these days?

Yep, that's right.

I'm running things.

Cream Corn.

That's why they call me that.

Smooth.

I got my measure for your pleasure.

Stick with me, baby,

I'll have you farting through silk.

And let a nigga mess with me.

I'll jump on him,

all 93 pounds of pure dynamite...

Let me catch my breath,

Black Dynamite.

Shut up, sucker. I need answers.

I wanna know who the cats were

that Jimmy was hanging with.

Man, I don't know nothing

but nothing.

Okay, all right, all right.

Their leader's name

is Chicago Wind.

They hang out at a place

called the Hip Pocket on Crenshaw.

Now, get me up.

So you must be Black Dynamite.

Cream Corn, you jive mother.

Chicago Wind, I presume.

Your presumption is correct, nigga.

If you presume that I killed

your brother then you presume wrong.

Not that it means sh*t to me.

Either way, sh*t.

I wish I'd have killed

that nigga myself.

Somebody else beat me to it.

Is that so?

Well, Mr. Chicago Wind...

...what do you know about this?

Some heavy sh*t.

But dig.

Let me explain something to you,

supernigga.

I don't answer questions.

I ask them.

Even if I did know who killed

that brother of yours...

...what would make you think

I'm gonna tell you?

Get your black ass out of my joint...

...before we beat you

like a rented mule.

That's right, you jive-ass punk.

Don't be coming to the Hip Pocket

talking that sh*t, you dig?

That's right, nigga.

Don't ever, ever come ba...

Go catch Chicago Wind

before he disappears.

I'll take care

of this gorilla-eating goon here.

Oh, you's a corn-fed fool

with a lot of muscle mass.

But it's time for Bullhorn

to get up in that ass.

Motherf***er.

Let everybody know

and suckers be warned...

...that this is the outcome

when you mess with Bullhorn.

Try to catch me now, sucker.

Motherf***er.

Now you know why they call me

Chicago Wind, fool.

Because I left your ass

blowing in the breeze.

Man, don't you ever, ever...

That black son of a b*tch,

he killed my best dealer.

I want Black Dynamite dead,

and I wasnt him dead now.

Before you support

any of these candidates...

...find out if they're going to rid

our communities...

...of the hustlers and pushers.

Or are they gonna destroy all

the programs that help our children...

...and give their corporate friends

free reign to exploit our community...

...like Congressman James.

Watch me turn this sh*t around.

Power to the people.

With all due respect

to the young sister here...

...you all know me.

Yes.

Now, young lady...

...these fine folks

don't need to be misled.

All they want is a little bit of bread.

And you can't just stick it

to the Man.

You also

got to have yourself a plan.

Now, we got to take this

from the jukebox to the ballot box.

We got to go from the poor house

to the White House.

Instead of maligning me...

...let's take this land

from sea to shining sea.

Keep the faith, brothers and sisters.

Say, Mama, you're gonna have

to work on your delivery...

...if you wanna take on

Congressman James.

The shame is, half these people

don't know what y'all talking about...

...but at least they can put his

to a beat.

So, what do you do

to make a difference?

Do you march? Do you vote?

Oh, let me guess.

You're one of Tom Slick brothers...

...think you can get by on good looks,

a wink and a smile, huh?

I don't know about Tom Slick.

But thank you for the compliments.

That's not what I meant.

Not that I think

that you have good look...

I mean, you know these guys

with their...

- Winks and smiles.

- Yeah.

What about the smile?

I am smiling.

Right on, right on.

Excuse me, brothers.

The militants turn, startled.

This is private.

How'd you get in here?

I walked in.

So you one of them

sneaky brothers, huh?

Or maybe you an undercover pig.

Or maybe you just a federal hit man.

If I was,

you cats would already be dead.

Now, let me speak

to the man in charge.

Sarcastically, I'm in charge.

Right on.

If you were in charge...

...the people might as well surrender

to whitey right now...

...because your survival skills

ain't worth a damn.

Black Dynamite.

It has been a long time, my brother.

What it is, Saheed?

You know this Uncle Tom?

Listen, sucker.

I'm blacker than the ace of spades

and more militant...

...than you and your whole damn army

put together.

And while you're out there...

...chanting at rallies

and browbeating politicians...

...I'm taking out any money

front sucker on a humble...

...that gets in my way.

So I'll tell you what.

When your so-called revolution starts,

you call me...

...and I'll be right down front

showing you how it's done...

...but until then,

you need to shut the f*** up...

...when grown folks is talking.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, we heard about

what went down at the Hip Pocket.

That was righteous.

That was personal, brother.

Personal or not, you saved

a lot of brothers and sisters.

You need our help, we're here.

I can dig it.

What can you tell me about this?

Yeah.

I ain't seen one of these in a while.

I was gonna f*** him up.

There it is.

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