Human Traffic Page #2

- Yo, what's up?

- Hey, nice, nice.

- Any new hip-hop, man?

- Yeah.

Eh, I got some smoking

West-Coast flow just landed.

Raw as botulism, mate.

Now, f*** that West Coast sh*t.

I want some hard-core

East Coast flavor beat.

You know what I mean?

Well, why didn't you say so? Fat beats.

Armageddon on the streets.

We're inundated

with the sh*t, "bra."

Eh, we had anymore hard core,

we'd get arrested,

you know what I mean?

Yeah, high.

[ Jip Narrating ]

Now Koop's on the pulse,

but he's a serious vinyl pusher.

Getting the kids hooked,

hustling with style.

This... was recorded

by a posse of crackheads

on death row, right?

So all them little interludes

of prison noises and that,

they're for real.

They call themselves

The Itchy Trigger Finger "Nigaz."

- The itchy what?

- The Itchy Trigger Finger "Nigaz."

[ Rap music playing: Grim My Last Request ]

...Success with falling in New York is amazing...

...Nine Glock cocked cops? F*** cops, my block...

...Execute, rip n tear, prepare electric chair...

...For the villainous, halfway crooked crimes are silliness...

...The barrenous with the venomous, tantrums so scandalous...

...Motherfuckers can't handle knock them like Rambo...

...Still caged with strength to go head-up for days nigga (Yeeeaaah).

- Yeah!

[ Music continues ]

...In despair as I'm sittin' in this chair 'bout to die...

...In jail a long time no lie can't cry...

...A lot of things are runnin' through my mind mostly crime...

...My last request be one more chance to say my rhyme...

I'll take that sh*t, man.

That sh*t is real.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man. Hey.

Can't be missed. Twenty quid.

- Twenty quid?

- Yeah, man. Eh.

You know like when the price

of artists' work goes up

when they die, yeah?

Well, the price

of hip-hop albums go up when

the gangsters get locked down.

Hey, when they get

the chair, the price'll

go into orbit, mate.

- Is it?

- Look, it's going to be banned.

So I'd nab it now before

some other hip-hopjunkie does.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah, all right.

- All right, nice.

Nice one. Yeah, safe.

All right.

Any new jungle in, guy?

I've got the Tarzan and Jane

of jungle just swung in

on the vine this morning, mate.

I'm telling you,

this could turn Hare Krishna

into a bad boy.

Mmm! Jungle is massive in any place!

Make a disgrace!

[ Jungle music playing: Aphrodite Stalker ]

...Easy, man! Easy!...

[ Indistinct Chattering ]

Cardiff massive!

Cardiff massive!

[ Indistinct Chattering ]

Ai! Ai! Ai!

Bounce to the beat!

Bounce, bounce to the beat!

Brutal!

F***ing hell.

F***ing hate this job, man.

[ Exhaling ] F***.

We spend nine hours a day,

five days a week

incarcerated in this...

wanky, f***ing store...

having to act like...

C3PO...

to any twat that wants

to condescend to us.

Do you know what I mean?

We have to brown-nose the customers,

then we get abused

by some mini f***ing Hitler...

who just gives us stick

all day.

What the hell

do you think you're doing...

just standing around

and talking?

If you wanna work

in this firm,

then wake up

and get real.

Now, tidy up the T-shirts,

stack the jeans and put them

in color-coordinated piles.

Take this

as your final warning!

[ Grunting ]

[ Jip Narrating ]

Now I take the corporate cock

shafting like the next person...

because I need to pay the rent.

But if you ask me, the Antichrist

has been with us for a long time...

and he means business,

big business.

- All right, Nin?

- Yep.

[ Jip Narrating ]

Nina's boss is a closet human.

He desperately wants to get into Nina.

He slides around the shop floor

fueled by the bad sperm

that pours from every orifice.

- You looking after my meat?

- Oh, that was funny.

- Well, I'm a funny guy.

- Yeah, you should have your own series.

- Come on, Nin, loosen up. I don't bite.

- You sure?

- Only if you want me to.

F*** this!

Like most weekenders, I know

if you wanna play in the party,

you have to raise the capital.

But if you're religious about not working, you deal.

You deal for your friends.

Now, Moff is not a pusher. He's not violent.

He's never been in any scenes from Scarface.

He just soughts people out with party prescriptions.

They're happy. Moff gets a free night.

It's not big business.

Next stop, Trixi.

- Trixi.

- Hey, Moff!

- Hard day at the office, Trix?

- I've been working my tits off.

I see, yeah.

What's cooking, muffled up beau temps, eh? [ French: weather ?]

Not much, mate. Laughing at bus line.

- Do you want... Do you want any hashish or what?

- What is it?

- ?Black Zilla?

- Zilla Black, is it?

- How much do you want?

- I'll take the finest-looking ?henry?

Besides I'm kind only, I'm f***ing psychic, mate.

But, do you just know why?

A little right there for a mistress.

You f***ing want me up or what?

F***ing a what, that's just a tenner.

Do you think it costs a tenner?

F***, you know, Trix.

Oh f***, you surprise me.

Can I interest you a nanny, Billy Wally Wood?

You really know a man got moistured, you know that?

[ Singing Along With Radio: Public Enemy You're Gonna Get Yours ]

...Cruisin' down the boulevard...

... I'm treated like some superstar...

...You know the time so don't look hard

Get with it...

...The ultimate homeboy car...

...All you suckers in the other ride...

...Wherever I'm comin' get you my side...

...My 98 is tough to chase...

...If you're on my tail, better watch your face...

...You gonna get yours, suckers to tha side...

...I know you hate my 98...

...You gonna get yours...

[ Jip Narrating ]

I'm supposed to see my mum tomorrow,

but I'm droppin' tonight, [ Note: taking ecstasy ]

so there's no way I can deal with her on a comedown.

In and out, five minutes.

Mum! It's me.

[ Jip Narrating ]

I never knew my mum until I was 15.

I was moved down here

by the Social when my father

was locked up for fraud.

Well, he was more like

my friend than a father,

taking me out on the circuit

bringing me up his way, you know?

In Cardiff, my mother

had always worked from home,

which I always just accepted

when we lived together,

but now when I go and see her,

it kills me to see

how she gets used, man.

It's been routine for her

since she was my age,

so she's go no hang-ups

about it, which is cool.

And I know it's not her fault,

but I can't handle staying there long.

Especially if she's

with a punter.

- Hiya, love.

- Hi, Mum. You all right?

Yeah. Aw.

Aw, is a nice surprise.

I didn't expect to see you today.

No, it's a flying visit.

Um, listen, I can't make it tomorrow.

I've got to work, so I'll pop in Sunday.

Is that all right?

- All right. I'll cook dinner.

- Cool.

I'm with someone upstairs a minute.

He doesn't take long.

- Five minutes, okay?

- Um, I've gotta move, Mum.

I've gotta go.

Oh, just five minutes, love.

I never get to see you anymore.

All right, all right.

Some chocolates

in the cupboard.

[ Jip Narrating ]

Yeah. See you in five minutes, Mum.

My mum can work through

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