Shank Page #3

Bust him!

[Screaming continues]

Steal my munchies, motherf***er?

- F*** him!

I'm gonna kill deem.

We gonna do it now, today.

We can't piss it off, and kill deem.

I think we so do it in a moment.

All those f***in' Souljahz.

Oh, wot's dat gonna do, bro?

- I.. I.. knew dis weren't the one.

Dere's nothing we can do. We're not gonna

kill anyone. These guys are reckless, Junior.

He was my brother.

We know he was your brother, and all that.

He was all our brother.

We've all lost someone.

So what? You wanna go out on

some revenge mission, yeah?

We are you gonna do, huh?

Look at the size of you, man.

What's size have to do with it?

Eye for f***in' eye!

And it's gonna be f***in' war.

- So be it.

It's gonna get way out of hand, all that.

I'm about business. I'm not killin' anyone.

And you know wot?

I'll tell you someting else, lad.

I'm definitely not taking orders

off no 14 yr old.

What do you wanna do?

- I want him dead.

Let's go see Breezer.

- What, and all his Somalies? You daff?

What are they gonna do? Send us some

wedding videos, and scrap metal?

Sweet Boy:
Shut up!

Crazy:
Let's kill the lot of deem, man.

Sweet Boy:
Wot about the promises you

made to your brother?

What's the point if you don't

protect your own family, bro?

I'm not going back to bein' starving.

I have...

to kill him.

Wot do you want?

I've come to see Breezer, man.

[Whistles]

Breezer.

Narrating:
Breezer. He's who Sweet Boy

use to roll with. He's too funny.

But he's with some crazy Somaliers now.

I'm not gonna lie, dey scare me.

Dey into some big sh*t...

Follow me.

Wot is dis?

- Khat, bro, try.

Yeaahh.. Sweet Boy...

- Wot's goin' on? Good to see you.

What are you doing, now days?

- I got some trouble, man.

And I need your help..

- Yeah? I like how you look.

Yeah, I know.

- Come tell me son.

Sit.

You know Rager, yeah?

- Yeah.

He got killed today, man.

- F***.

Who?

- F***in' Tugz.

Tugz, da f***er.

Wot can I do you for?

- Junior wants him dead.

Listen, mate.

Dese Souljahz...

You gotta chat with the olders on the

other side of the block.

If they ain't listenin', dere ain't nothin'

you can do. Unless you want war.

And you best get mobilized for dat.

I hear dese yungas are mad sticky, mate.

Dese are different.

Yo, Sweets. Got any munchies?

- Not carrying anything man, seriously.

Man, I'm starvin'.

I tell you once I had a nice f***in' whip.

30 doors, making me tea every night. Sucking me off.

Your man ain't got no whips,

you might have been drivin' BMX's.

What you know, son? I had it all, mate.

You should have seen me.

Now I'm swappin' scrap metal

for sausages.

Now you gettin' them homemade in Clarpton.

- It's 'Clapton', blood.

Yall sort me out with some of

dat fresh pork than, lads?

Man look, might could have done

that before, yeah. But we got robbed.

Dat's why we're here.

- What are we gonna do now?

Listen...

You get these olders on your side.

And they'll brush up dese yungas

just for the fun of it.

Yeah, but we have to find out

where they hide first, innit?

Sometimes you have to do tings right.

Like, go take revenge by yourself.

["HARD" by Breakage starts]

"Man are locked in like dem man are ard"

"Everybody's locked in like

dem man are ard"

"I'm that lyrical father

Name an MC that spits harder"

"Look you really ain't my partner

Cos you really ain't my partner"

"Ain't got time for muckin around

Just know when we're in town we'll take you down"

"Get in the back man are gettin around

But I'm getting every man addicted to the sound like brown"

"Addicted to the sound like crack and its

all sold out it's fully packed"

"Dirtee Stank I will fully back

If a boy try his ting I will pull it back"

"It a must, its a must

I'll lyrically make a man eat my dust"

"I'm a deep pan and you're thin crust

Trust me I'm deep with the mic, trust men are hard"

"Hard, hard, gal are locked in like dem man are ard

Man are locked in like dem man are ard"

"Everybody's locked in like dem man are ard

Hard, hard, gal are locked in like dem man are ard"

"Man are locked in like dem man are ard

Everybody's locked in like dem man are ard"

"Hard, dem man are soft but us man are ard

Spent bare years in the game"

"And no we've never been parred

A couple man tried it (It, Oh!)"

"But they didn't get far

In the end its scarred"

"Look, this game is a walk in the forest

Looking for a bear man,"

"Has anyone seen one where man

I remember guys talking tough"

"But I'm still here fam

I'm a dan let me make..."

[Junior moaning]

Where the f*** you been, Junior?

Did you get the number of that car?

We're in dis together, alright?

Breezer said let's go to the men at the Manor

and they might help, OK?

Let's go.

- Come, come.

Aaahhh, f*** it.

Let's go, c'mon, dog.

F***in' Craze.

Narrating:
Beano.

Probably the maddest man I've ever met.

Never seen one man

win a fight against him.

He's got beef with Crazer since he left his crew.

Nothing much he can do now except kill him.

Because Craze is only trying to

make an honest livin'.

The only thing that saves him is him

bringin' Beano beans every couple of weeks.

Wot da f*** is dis, son?

Wot are you doing up in my Manor?

Relax, Beano.

Just hoping you would hear me.

OK.

You've got some grab for us, have ya?

Listen, we can do business tomorrow, yeah?

First we need something in return.

Is dat a fact?

- We need to find a wasteman, Tugz.

Listen, son. Tell me why I shouldn't just

give ya a slap right now.?

He killed my brother.

Your brother?

[Dog growling]

Sit down.

Fam...

Let me tell you a story, yeah?

You learn from me 'ere.

So listen.

When I was a feisty little

younger like yourself...

...full of energy,

looking up at London like...

...like it was some giant gnash,

waitin'...

Just waitin' to get mashed.

[Laughs]

And I thought:

"I'm going to grow up and show all dese fools.

Show 'em who's got the balls around 'ere."

Little tiny dat I was, ya know.

[Hocks a lugger]

[Burbs loudly]

Yaahhh!!!

You see,

for every action, dere's a reaction.

Dey call dat da "Chaos theory".

Wot you got to ask yourself is

do you want a life of chaos?

Huh?

Do you want a reaction

to your actions?

Huh?

Sumtin I call "the Caterpillar effect".

See, the butterfly effect means, right...

you 'ave a butterfly he ain't really

brotherin' about the effect 'e might be havin'.

But dat butterfly

shakin' his wings...

unbeknownst to himself...

might set off a tornado...

half way across da planet.

And dat, son, is going to come back

on him, one day.

Da same way dat tings your doin' now,

is goin to come back on you, too.

I'll tell you what, Beano...

- Sit down, boy!

You've got some ill manners.

- Yeah, cheeky little twat.

And you can shut up and all!

Little man...

Don't let nobody f*** with ya.

But don't go about f***in' other people, either.

Butterfly, pushin' around,

flappin' his wings, and chaos.

Caterpillar, sits in his sack,

messin' with nothin'.

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