Black Dynamite Page #4

Come on, this has been

my worst physical year ever.

Fiscal, nigga. With a F. Fiscal.

Well, it's been the worst one ever.

I can't even afford to get my hair fixed.

Sounds like you're assed out.

You know what they say.

The b*tch won't sell her ass.

- A pimp will.

- Will.

Shut up, Tasty.

I turned you onto the game...

...when you nothing

but a little jailhouse tramp.

Now, listen up.

Pimping has been around

since the world started turning.

And it's going to keep right on

turning right along with it...

...until this little planet

rotates off its axis...

...as a result of its core overheating

and explodes into cosmic dust.

Damn.

- Can you dig it?

- It's done, brother.

You know what I'm saying?

Now look here.

These times, they come and they go.

- Right.

- And if you live long enough...

...you'll be around

to see them come again.

But what we need to do

is we need to collectivize.

- Yeah.

- Right on, right on.

Now, look here.

Listen.

Stop all the bullshit and take a vote.

Yes, O.

All in favor, raise your hand.

Kotex?

- Mo B*tches?

- I can dig it, baby.

Chocolate Giddy-Up?

Chocolate Giddy-Up.

Crenshaw Pete?

Captain Kangaroo Pimp?

- Willie?

- I'm with you.

Nigga, even if they don't

knock the broads...

...there ain't enough tricks

to go around.

Now, look here.

I don't know about the rest of y'all.

But it looks like I have

to keep selling heroin...

...just to make ends meet.

Then you'll have

a much bigger problem.

Black Dynamite.

What's happening, baby?

What it is, Big O?

To what do we owe this pleasure?

I just got one thing to lay on you cats

and then I'll split.

That I'm declaring war...

...on anybody who sells drugs

in our community.

But, Black Dynamite,

I sell drugs to the community.

Well, be that as it may,

if I catch you...

...I will not consider you

a brother or friend.

Now, can you dig it?

Hell no, nigga.

I can't dig it.

- Now who you supposed to be?

- That's Black Dynamite.

I ain't ask you, nigga. Shut up.

I'm gonna tell you like this.

I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do.

- Yeah.

- Well, the choice is yours, brother.

But if me and my people

catch you...

...you're gonna have

a lot more to deal with.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- Goodbye, Black Dynamite.

Will you stop that?

Hold it right there.

It's me, Black Dynamite.

- What the hell do you wasnt?

- I wanna help you.

Why should I trust you...

...after you dropped dime on me

to Chicago Wind?

Because your brother Jimmy

saved my life.

I was supposed to be with him

the night he got killed.

But he called me

and told me to stay at home.

I guess I owe him one.

I'll need a list

of names and locations.

Ain't no thing.

Man, everything is gonna be okay.

Bullhorn...

...Cream Corn here says he can

help us find the cats we're looking for.

Now, what do you think?

Man,

I think we should put our ankles in it.

They broke into my home.

They got the ledger.

They got the manifest,

they got everything.

Everything.

Names, dates, schedules.

We even got the shipping routes.

They won't be able to take a sh*t...

...without us knowing

when or what color.

We cleaned up the streets

and gave them back to the people.

Once again, making them a pleasant

place to take an afternoon stroll.

Extra, extra. Hot off the presses.

Black Dynamite

cleans up the street.

It's unbelievable, Black Dynamite.

Everyone looks so happy...

...and it's all thanks to you.

I'd like to take the credit

but dig, Mama.

There's no I in "revolut..." In "team."

Look, I'm know I'm gonna be rusty,

but I have to try.

Hi, girls. What is your name?

I'm Shawanda,

and her name's Brikwilla.

Those are beautiful names.

I'm Gloria

and this is Black Dynamite.

My mama said

my daddy's name is Black Dynamite.

So did my mama.

Hush up, little girls.

A lot of cats have that name.

Well, that was amazing.

Thank you

for a beautiful day and night.

But I think I should be going.

I think you'll be safer

if you stay here tonight.

Oh, you do, do you?

I hope you don't think you're

gonna get any of this cookie.

Because if I offered you

some of this cookie...

...this cookie might kill you.

Don't think because

we've been frolicking in the park...

...you got this closed

because it takes...

Yeah, yeah, Mama.

You can hit the sheets or the streets.

It don't make me no never mind.

That's your bag, baby.

You can go or you can come.

Can you dig it?

Yeah.

Black Dynamite.

We read the ledger

and it just don't stop.

There's a trail of paper

that leads all the way to the top.

A big shipment is coming to town...

...and it's right there

where that cracker wrote it down.

Now, we don't know the whens,

but we do know the wheres.

And however the f*** the whats,

we'll sure enough be there.

Looks like he's got two warehouses.

One big one,

and one smaller one here.

We break into the two units,

we hit the smaller one first...

...then we scale the fence,

enter from the south...

...use an acetylene blowtorch to

breech the warehouse from the back.

That way we avoid the guards.

Man, them honkies gonna be running

for cover when us brothers get...

Get... Get...

The torch is an issue.

We won't be able to get

an acetylene torch in time.

Think again, brother.

You know somebody that's got one?

I know just the cat.

All right, snowflake.

Where's the dope?

Up yours, coon.

It's right over there

in the body bags, jeez.

So how much dope

is in the big warehouse?

They're gonna kill me anyway.

I'm not gonna tell you nothing, coon.

Dynamite, I got something

that will make him talk.

I ain't gonna tell you nothing.

Operation Code Kansas.

Can't stop it, too late.

Operation Code Kansas

gonna fix all the niggas.

Yeah, you won't be so big

and so bad anymore...

...because Kansas gonna fix you.

Just the niggas.

Just the nig...

Damn, Smoke.

I think you gave him

too much of that sh*t.

How long till it wears off?

It's malt liquor?

It's that new Anaconda Malt Liquor

from the billboards.

It's supposed to give you:

Tastes good too.

I know the drugs

are here somewhere.

We're gonna check every crate

until we find it.

I can't believe it, fellas.

That entire shipment

was just malt liquor.

Don't beat yourself up, Dynamite.

We still kept the 50 keys

we found in that first warehouse...

...from getting on the streets.

I'm gonna go home

and drink the rest of this, man.

Y'all should've grabbed some

of this sh*t. This sh*t is incredible.

I tell you, brothers,

it just don't make no damn sense.

The manifest, the shipping log,

the ledgers.

All records are consistent

with that damned beer shipment.

If anything else was in there,

it would have to weigh something.

They got it out before we got there.

No.

Why would they have guards there

if they got the drugs out?

No, them crackers

was protecting something.

B.D., we checked every single crate,

every stinking bottle.

Man, I'm with you, Dynamite.

That babbling cracker

knew something.

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