Original subtitles

HOLLIS: What's in the dark is also in the light.

It's just your perception that changes.

See?

Good night, Bobby. Good night, Uncle Hollis.

That verse was crazy!

Go ahead and hit me with that next verse, nigga.

♪ This is real street G rap shit, road to riches ♪

♪ Hunting niggas that starting headbutting their bitches ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, yo, D. Yo, I'm in the studio.

And itit don't feel right without you, man.

[machine beeps]

SHURRIE: Go to New York and get with Bobby.

Now is the time for you to see

if you could really make this music thing work.

You know how many rappers is out there?

Better than you?

The singleit's not moving like they hoped it would.

BOBBY: I mean, people are over that corny poppy shit.

People want that real shit.

PRODUCER: There's not gonna be an album.

It's over.

I tried to do this shit by myself, and I failed.

If we want to checkmate this industry,

we need all the pieces.

Once we get all them pieces, the whole industry will know.

ANDRE: You don't get an album if you don't have a single

something that distinguishes you.

DIVINE: That's selfdistribution.

If we want to get the DJs and the local spots

to put it on the shelves,

we're gonna need, like, 5,000 vinyls and 5,000 tapes.

POWER: For one single? DIVINE: Yeah.

But if we move fast and wide, then that single

[clicks tongue] That's gonna get us our record deal, huh?

Right, if it's the right one.

DIVINE: What are you talking about

all the tracks that we recorded?

Right now, "Method Man" is killing in the streets.

That's the one, son.

DIVINE: It's a banger for sure, but

RightexactYo, the ladies is fucking with it, too, son.

Meth is a star. You know that.

But, see, that's the problem.

Meth's the only one who's rhyming on it.

No, people need to know the WuTang is a group.

So I'm thinkingyou know, I'm thinking we do, uh...

we do "Tearz."

[scoffs] "Tearz," nigga? DIVINE: Mmhmm.

"Tearz"?

"Tearz" only got two people on that shit.

That's not a group track, nigga.

DIVINE: Yeah, but it's Ghostface, and it's the RZA.

That's the heart, and that's the brain right there.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, "Tearz" is my shit.

But that shit ain't gonna go in the club, son.

This is what I'm thinking about "Tearz," right?

It's got a bombass

Yo, it ain't "Tearz," and it's not "Method Man."

All right, soso what you thinking, huh?

You thinking aboutoh, you thinking about that track

that you and Rae were working on?

It ain't that one either.

No, we don't got that shit.

Then what?

Gonna have to start from scratch.

[sighs]

What the fu

[hiphop music]

[men grunting]

[blade resounds]

♪ ♪

[gun cocks]

♪ ♪

[dice thud]

♪ ♪

[blade resounds]

Yo, Bobby.

Yo, son, you got floppy disks full of tracks, son.

Yo, all of these shits is bangin', come on.

We're introducing the WuTang Clan

to the entire world with this single.

It's like making a first impression with a chick.

If you don't do it right,

she ain't gonna let you in her crib.

Boom, see, if it's about the chicks, then let's go

with "Method Man," just like I said.

It's not about chicks, yo.

So then what it is about, Bobby?

Explain it to us. [sighing]

It's got to be...

WuTang rugged, you dig?

Grimy as shit,

but like Power said, it's got to play in the clubs.

And like you said, it's got to have the entire Clan on it.

DIVINE: Mmhmm. [sighs]

We got to do a posse cut.

Hey, yo, I, uh I hear you, Bobby.

I hear you, but we don't got any time

to beto be making new tracks, man.

Yeah, and we ain't got money either.

Mmhmm. You know what I'm saying?

We got enough to pay for two days in the studio

to mix and master, you know what I'm saying?

And the rest of the cream is for pressing up wax and tape.

DIVINE: Just trust what you already have.

No, yo

We got to come through chopping heads, yo.

We got to have high BPM and high energy,

not just one animal roaring.

We got to have the entire fucking soundtrack

of the jungle, yo.

And we ain't got that shit.

Bobby, look, what do you mean we ain't got that shit?

Look at all the damn floppy tapes.

Yo, let me have a couple more days to figure this out,

and if I don't,

we can pick something else for the single, all right?

DIVINE: Okay. Bobby, I hear what you're saying.

We do not have a couple

[hiphop music playing]

Oh. All right, I guess we leaving then.

[chuckles] Mmhmm.

♪ ♪

[ceiling fan thumping]

[exhales sharply]

[records flipping]

[thumping continues]

[Isaac Hayes & The Bar Keys' "Do Your Thing" plays]

SINGER: ♪ If the music make you move ♪

♪ 'Cause you can dig the groove ♪

♪ Then groove on ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Groove on ♪

♪ ♪

[Funkadelic's "Hit It and Quit It" plays]

SINGER: ♪ I want you to hit it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hit it and quit it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I want you to, ooh ♪

[jazz music playing]

♪ ♪

[piano notes playing]

[jazz music resumes]

♪ ♪

Shit.

PERSON: Didn't you hear what he said?

[hiphop music playing]

♪ ♪

PERSON ON TV: I see that you know how to fight.

BOTH: Well, today you are up against the Ting brothers.

[telephone ringing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[sighs] What?

POWER: Ain't you supposed to answer "WuTang Productions"?

BOBBY: Yeah, my bad.

POWER: Studio's booked for tomorrow.

For tomorrow? POWER: Tomorrow.

It's the only time I could get.

They're booked for the rest of the month.

Know what I mean? We got it for two days, kid.

That's it. You're gonna be ready, right?

Yeah.

[door buzzing]

[bell dings]

[guitar music playing]

What's up, man? What you looking for?

I have no idea.

♪ ♪

What's up, man?

♪ ♪

[records flipping]

[music fades]

♪ ♪

[reggae music playing]

♪ ♪

SINGER: ♪ When you're down and out ♪

♪ In New York City ♪

♪ I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

[percussion playing]

♪ ♪

[L7's "Pretend We're Dead" plays]

♪ ♪

[bell dinging]

♪ ♪

What's up?

What's up, yo? [sighs]

♪ ♪

SINGER: ♪ Turn the tables with our unity ♪

Yo, what up with Dennis?

I heard about him and Shurrie.

♪ ♪

Yeah. Yeah, he'she's cool.

It's all in the family.

Cool, cool.

Yeah, man.

Tell DLover I said what up.

Heads been wanting to hear more from us

ever since we did that "No More Mr. Nice Guy" track.

That shit was cool...

you know, for the for the neighborhood.

Oh, by the way, he's going by, uh, Ghostface Killah now.

[laughs] Oh, yeah, I forgot. Y'all be on that kung fu shit.

[softly] Yes.

♪ ♪

So, uh, you working on anything new?

Always, yo.

♪ ♪

Oh, shit, I was just there...

[scoffs] A couple of hours ago.

That shit was kind of dry, though, a little stale.

I mean, I guess it's easy to miss shit

when you don't know what you looking for.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Oh, I was looking for this! Deep cut.

Yo, Puba and his people gonna love what I do with this shit.

I got a session with them next week.

♪ ♪

Word.

♪ ♪

[sweeping music]

♪ ♪

["Pretend We're Dead" resumes]

♪ ♪

SINGER: ♪ Pretend we're dead ♪

♪ Dead ♪

♪ Dead ♪

♪ Pretend we're dead ♪

Hey, yo, yo, yo, what he just cop?

Man

♪ ♪

[The Main Ingredient's "Something 'Bout Love" plays]

♪ ♪

[softly] Almost.

♪ ♪

ALL: ♪ Something about love ♪

♪ That makes me crazy ♪

BOTH: ♪ Crazy ♪

♪ Your love is for me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Don't take it away ♪

♪ No, no ♪

ALL: ♪ Something about love ♪

♪ That drives men crazy ♪

BOTH: ♪ Crazy ♪ ♪ You'd be my only love ♪

♪ ♪

[volume shifting as all sing]

♪ ♪

♪ The one you love ♪

♪ Even if it means I can't stay ♪

♪ Oh ♪

You know Stevie Wonder wrote this, right?

[chuckles] You should know.

I only played these boys for you 10, 20 times.

BOBBY: I do remember, Uncle Hollis.

That's why I had to pick them up.

[clears throat]

Good man.

[chuckles]

♪ You change your ways ♪

♪ ♪

ALL: ♪ And something 'bout love ♪

♪ That drives me crazy ♪

♪ You'd be my only love ♪

♪ I love you today ♪

So this is what goes on in your head?

It's like Radio City.

♪ ♪

[record whirring]

[giggling]

ALL: ♪ And something 'bout love ♪

♪ And something 'bout love ♪

[sped up] ♪ And something 'bout love ♪

♪ That drives me crazy ♪

Bobby, they don't like that.

What you doing to them?

It wasn'tit wasn't what I needed it to be.

So I had toI had to pick them up.

ALL: ♪ And something 'bout love ♪

Oh, damn, Bobby.

[electric sitar playing prominently]

♪ ♪

[drums playing steadily]

I still don't see why you want to use this music

if you just gonna tear it up.

That's just your perception. My perception?

♪ ♪

Do you remember when I was I was afraid of the dark?

Oh, I remember very well.

Well, you told me not to be scared.

You told me that

that everything in the dark exists...

in the light.

It's a change in your perception.

It's the same with this music.

I can't change exactly what's

what they're playing with the notes,

but I canI can shape it.

I can...

I can push it from...

from dark to light,

make it whatever I need it to be.

Whatever you can imagine.

[chuckles] Yeah.

[spedup percussion playing]

Make up your mind already!

I told you your imagination can turn on you.

See, that's exactly why, uh

[percussion continues at normal speed]

[electric sitar notes playing]

♪ ♪

[exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

Hey, man, what the hell?

Keep that shit going.

That shit's good.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪

Bong, bong.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪

[muttering] WuTang city.

♪ ♪

[percussion plays]

♪ ♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have the Honey Drippers in the house tonight.

And they just got back from Washington, D. C.

And I think they got something they want to say.

♪ ♪

ALL: ♪ Impeach the president ♪

♪ Impeach the president, impeach the president ♪

Hey, man, look, we know you ain't gonna use us.

All y'all ever want is Phil.

Oh, you know what? You're right.

Oh, whoa, brother, brother,

brother, you know Phil wasn't shit when I found him.

I had to drill his ass!

Oh, shit! PHIL: [chuckles]

Thanks. He always riding me.

Hey, that motherfucker talks too much.

I ain't got time for none of that shit.

So now that Hammond's out, how you want me to play it?

Most of y'all like it like how Marley Marl has it.

Let me hear that.

This is Hammond's version.

♪ ♪

But Marley Marl love that kick.

♪ ♪

Yo, uh, let's, uh

Let's try it out my way. Whatever you say, I'm down.

♪ ♪

Sick.

♪ ♪

I can dig that.

♪ ♪

It's feeling kind of kind of thin.

♪ ♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Phil, let melet me get you on that snare.

Lean into it.

♪ ♪

Yeah. [chuckles]

And, yo, uh, what's your name?

Alex.

Let me get that shit more, uhmore frantic.

Frantic?

♪ ♪

Hey, you, uh, on the left, let me get that, uh

the... [imitates guitar playing]

♪ ♪

No, you can't. But you can get it like this.

[legato string notes playing]

♪ ♪

Yo, keep that shit going, huh?

♪ ♪

[music stops]

[sighs]

[hiphop beat playing]

SINGER: ♪ Your love is... ♪

Yo, I need more drums, yo. Make that shit big.

Give megive me, uh, 4 dB on the bass.

ETHAN: Okay, like that?

How does that sound?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Yeah, right?

That shit's hard, right? Very hard, bro.

Hey, yo, pause. Watch your mouth, son.

You heard this nigga? [music stops]

Hey, yo, what's up, man? [indistinct shouting]

Thought you said to pause. Turn that shit back on.

Hey, watch the board, man! [shouting continues]

Play the music.

Hey, yo, just Never mind them, all right?

Let'slet's stay focused here.

All right, my bad. I thought it was hard, man, but...

[chuckles]

Yo, I'm done with my shit, son. Me too.

Yo, how you even read that shit, son?

I'ma show you. Nah, nah, nah, hold on.

What you mean? I'm getting on the mic first.

You wilin'.

Yo, ain't nobody going in the booth, all right?

Until I say so.

This shit is like a fucking symphony, all right?

Everybody's voice is an instrument, all right?

What you mean?

Deck, you first.

Come on, man. The RZA chooses wisely.

[person scoffs] SHOTGUN: Yo, wack, son.

DECK: 'Cause I'm going first, y'all better get to rewriting.

SHOTGUN: Whatever, yo.

METH: What are you talking about?

And my nigga, GZA... GZA: Yo.

You last, yo. All right?

Ah, yeah, save the best for last.

I'll be right back, matter of fact.

You better have some shit ready.

What up, dog? Peace, dog.

You out already?

Yeah, I'm about to go contemplate my verse.

Know what I mean?

Might watch a phat karate flick or something.

You feel me? You good?

Yeah, son, I'm chillin'.

I just ain't realize

we was rolling this deep in the studio and shit.

GZA: Oh, yeah, the RZA wants this record

to feel like a live show, know what I mean?

Yo, kill that shit.

We gon' take care of it. Peace, cuz.

♪ ♪

BOBBY: Oh, yeah, make sure the kick is stand, uh...

ETHAN: Okay.

BOBBY: And the weight of all that shit is just...

ETHAN: You rock, man. And we're out...

BOBBY: So we got Inspectah.

♪ ♪

What you think?

♪ ♪

Hey, yo, this spot mad different than yours, son.

♪ ♪

I'm talking about this beat, yo.

Oh, yeah, this shit phat.

You know, always is, though.

Hey, what's up, man? I'm Ethan.

What up? DLov

Ghostface.

Oh, he's the one you've been talking about?

BOBBY: Yeah, yeah. ETHAN: Okay, sick.

Yeah, so what you do, Ethan? Uh, I'm the engineer.

♪ ♪

Oh, word, word.

You're after Deck, yo, all right?

♪ ♪

Damn. So that's mad soon, son.

Better get that shit cracking.

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

GHOSTFACE: Peace, peace.

♪ ♪

PERSON: Imagine that. PERSON 2: I know, right?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[music stops]

[can rattling]

[can hissing]

♪ Jam on the mic ♪

[clicks tongue] Nah.

[can hissing]

♪ I smoke on the mic ♪

[chuckles]

♪ I smoke on the mic ♪

♪ Like Smokin' Joe Frazier ♪

[can hissing]

♪ Swing into your town like your neighborhood SpiderMan ♪

Yo. ♪ Swinging through your town ♪

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

♪ Swinging through your town ♪

♪ Like the neighborhood SpiderMan ♪

♪ So, uh, ticktock, keep tickin' ♪

♪ While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin' ♪

♪ The Lone Ranger, code red, danger ♪

♪ Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart ♪

♪ The vandal, too hot to handle ♪

♪ Ya battle, you're saying "goodbye" like Tevin Campbell ♪

♪ Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set ♪

♪ The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal ♪

Shoo! PERSON: You hear that shit?

PERSON 2: Yeah, he did, son. He did.

Hey, Ghost, you up next, yo.

You ready?

Nah, nah, nah. Letlet one of them go first.

PERSON: I'm out here right now. Hold my quarter.

All right, Rae?

Like you even have to fucking ask, yo.

BOBBY: All right. Word, word.

BOBBY: Let's get that fucking shit.

Yeah, yeah. Watch and learn.

Come on, God, you already know.

♪ ♪

♪ The way I make the crowd go wild ♪

♪ Sit back, relax, won't smile ♪

♪ Rae got it going on, pal ♪

♪ Call me the rap assassinator ♪

♪ Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger ♪

♪ And I'ma get mad deep like a threat ♪

♪ Blow up your project, then take all your assets ♪

♪ 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half ♪

♪ With the thoughts that bomb shit like math ♪

♪ So if you want to try to flip, go flip on the next man ♪

♪ 'Cause I grab the clip and ♪

♪ Hit you with 16 shots and more I got ♪

♪ Goin' to war with the melting' pot, ah ♪

ALL: Ah!

Yo, play that shit again. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, play that shit, again and again, guy.

DECK: ♪ So, uh, ticktock, keep tickin' ♪

♪ While I get you flippin'♪

Raise it up just a little bit.

DECK: ♪ Code red, danger ♪

♪ Deep in the dark with the art ♪

♪ To rip the charts apart ♪

♪ The vandal, too hot to handle ♪

♪ Ya battle, you're sayin' "goodbye" like Tevin Campbell ♪

♪ Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set ♪

♪ The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal ♪

RAE: ♪ The way I make the crowd go wild ♪

♪ Sit back, relax, won't smile ♪

♪ Rae got it going on, pal ♪

♪ Call me the rap assassinator ♪

♪ Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger ♪

♪ And I'm gonna get mad deep like a threat ♪

What's up?

I don't know, yo. It'sit's not lining up.

Really?

It's like the mix is off or something.

I don't hear it.

No?

Everything's how you wanted it.

♪ ♪

All right, fuck it.

Let's just lay down everything else,

and we can figure it out later.

ETHAN: Okay. Right?

ETHAN: Yeah, that works.

Hey, yo, Ghost, you ready yet?

Nah, son.

Nah, nah. I'm still working on it.

All right. Dirty, what's up with you?

Sure, I been ready, son! What's up?

Hey, yo, let me see this shit, man.

Yeah, you might learn something, yeah.

Mmhmm.

Hey, yo, this nigga clowning, son.

Look at that shit, son.

Look at it.

Yo, cuz, for real, yo?

For real, son.

Yo, this niggayou wrote this shit when you was 13, yo.

[laughter]

How am I supposed to help if I'm a prodigy, man?

I can't help that, son. Give me my shit, man.

Hey, son, gold is gold.

Man, I don't know why y'all niggas is hating on me.

We got this studio so we can record some new shit,

not come up in here with old bars, all right?

Yo, take this shit serious.

Go and write some new shit.

An original verse, all right?

Man, listen,

I can't even write under these circumstances anyway, man.

Don't oppress me, man. The Black man is God.

[laughter]

BOBBY: Yeah. Whatever, nigga.

Yo, come back with a new verse, all right?

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[ominous music]

[whispering chorus repeating "Wu Tang"]

♪ ♪

You ain't shit.

What?

BOBBY: [echoing] Yo.

[normal voice] Yo, you hear me?

You ready yet?

Hey, yo, II got to go

take a leak, son.

Well, hurry your ass up, nigga.

We have one more day left in the studio, all right?

Hey, yo, so then don't put me on the song then.

Everybody has to be on the song.

Yo, you know, everybody has to be on the track.

All right, all right, I heard you, I heard you, all right?

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Meth, you're up.

Finally, son.

Damn, how long you's gonna take?

BOBBY: It's on you. [scoffs] Symphony, right?

METH: ♪ I mean, oh, yo, check out the flow ♪

♪ Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' ♪

♪ Niggas off 'cause I'm hot like sauce ♪

♪ Smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me [coughs] ♪

UGOD: ♪ Ooh, grab my nut, get screwed ♪

♪ Ow, here comes my Shaolin style ♪

♪ To my crew with the ♪ ♪ Sooh ♪

METH: ♪ It's the Method Man ♪

♪ For short, Mr. Meth ♪

♪ Movin' on your left ♪

♪ Ah, and set it off, get it off, let it off ♪

♪ Like a gat, I want to break full♪

Fuck, yo.

We've been at it for a while.

Maybe we should redo some verses.

It's not the verses. It's the beat.

This beat is soulful, but I need something...

more original.

I need something unpredictable.

II feel you. I justI think you're burning out, man.

I love this beat, and these guys do, too.

Every verse...

needs to hit hard...

every verse.

It's just, if we can't mix with four,

it's gonna be crazy with seven.

Yo, I'm not taking anybody off of the single, all right?

Everybody will stay on the song.

All right.

I just need to I need to think.

[sighs]

Atención, por favor.

This nigga here, man.

[laughter, chatter]

RAE: Yeah, that shit better be hard.

You just wrote this shit right now?

Yeah, son.

What you thought I was doing on the roof the whole time?

Not supposed to go on the roof.

Yo, if he keeps writing like this,

he can climb to the top of the Empire State Building.

Word.

Yo, this shit is fucking hard, son.

King Kong, motherfucker!

♪ Baby, baby, come on home ♪

♪ First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst ♪

♪ I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse ♪

♪ I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack ♪

♪ Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack ♪

♪ Shame on you when you step through to ♪

♪ The Ol' Dirty Bastard ♪

♪ Straight from the Brooklyn Zoo ♪

♪ And I'll be damned if I let any man ♪

♪ Come to my center ♪

♪ You enter the winter ♪

♪ Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam ♪

♪ You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man ♪

Whoo! That's original right there.

Word! Rhymes is phat.

Hey, Ghost, well, after that, you got to be motiva

Yo, what the fuck?

Yo, where this nigga Ghost at?

RAE: Disappearing. I'm not gonna hold you.

Ghostface Killah for real. You know what I mean?

METH: Word.

GHOSTFACE: ♪ My pen, my pen that♪

♪ My pen that slays for minutes and days ♪

♪ As I lounge♪

♪ I lunge at your throat ♪

♪ Shaolin wooden men, we coming for your♪

♪ Shaolin wooden men ♪

♪ We coming for your throat ♪

♪ I got the goons born un♪

♪ And the crew ♪

♪ Fuck around, get your skull split in two ♪

[baby crying] Shh, shh, shh.

♪ As I sliceas I♪

No, as I

♪ As I slice just♪

[baby crying]

Wait. Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, come here.

Ooh.

Oh, I got you. I got you.

Mommy's little alarm clock.

Yo, I'm sorry. I woke him up by accident.

It's okay.

Just go back in there and go back to sleep. Give me

No, no, no, it's okay. He's probably just hungry.

How about youyou go in the bedroom,

and, yeah, I'll stay out here with him?

[chuckles] Thank you.

Mmhmm. [baby continues crying]

Can you make a bottle first, though?

♪ And I'll put your skull in two ♪

♪ As I come through with the sword ♪

♪ As I come through with the sword ♪

[baby wailing] [sighs]

♪ Come through with the sword ♪

[baby continues wailing]

All right. All right, baby.

All right, all right, I'm coming, I'm coming.

METH: ♪ It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth ♪

♪ Movin' on your left ♪

♪ Ah, and set it off, get it off, let it off ♪

♪ Like a gat♪

[tape whirring]

DECK: ♪ Ticktock, keep ticking ♪

♪ While I get you flippin' off the shit I'm kickin' ♪

♪ The Lone Ranger, code red, danger ♪

♪ Deep in the dark with the art ♪

[tape whirring]

DIRTY: ♪ First things first, man ♪

♪ You're fuckin' with the worst ♪

♪ I'll be stickin' pins in your head ♪

♪ Like a fucking nurse ♪

♪ I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack ♪

♪ Come fully packed ♪

BOTH: ♪ With a fat rugged stack ♪

[tape whirring]

♪ It's the Method Man, for short, Mr. Meth ♪

♪ Movin' on your left ♪

♪ Ah, and set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat ♪

♪ I wanna break full, cock me back ♪

DECK: ♪ Joe Frazier, the hellraiser ♪

♪ Raisin' hell with the flavor ♪

♪ Terrorize a jam like troops in Pakistan ♪

♪ Swingin' through your town ♪

♪ Like your neighborhood SpiderMan ♪

♪ So, uh, ticktock, keep tickin' ♪

♪ While I get you flippin' off the shit I'm kickin' ♪

♪ The Lone Ranger, code red, danger ♪

♪ Deep in the dark with the art ♪

♪ To rip the charts apart ♪

♪ The vandal, too hot to handle ♪

♪ Ya battle, you're saying "goodbye" like Tevin Campbell ♪

♪ Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set, the rebel♪

♪ It's the Method Man, for short, Mr. Meth. ♪

♪ Movin' on your left ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat ♪

♪ ♪

Yo, son, you gonna keep me like this?

♪ ♪

Gonna let me get through my whole verse this time?

I don't fucking know yet.

Yo, I ain't doing this shit all night, son.

Hey, man, cool out. Give the man his space.

Yo, drummer boy, check this out.

You don't know me, son.

♪ ♪

[cymbal crashes, music stops]

PERSON: What's up? PERSON 2: Come on.

PERSON 3: Yeah, motherfucker! Jamaica Queens, baby!

PERSON: You jive turkey motherfucker!

Damn, son, Honey Drippers ain't no joke.

[sighs]

All right, let's get back to work.

♪ ♪

Yo, let melet me get something

something a little more like...

this.

[percussion plays]

♪ ♪

That's a totally different beat.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I know, but it just might work, all right?

♪ Small change, they putting shame in the game ♪

♪ I take aim and blow a nigga out the frame ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And like "Fame," my style'll live forever ♪

♪ Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no better ♪

♪ But I do, true, Can I get a "sooh"? ♪

♪ Enough respect due to the onesixooh♪

♪ ♪

GHOSTFACE: Why you messing with the beat, son?

We already wrote to the other one, and now you changing it?

Yo, why did you bail on the studio session earlier?

You know that shit cost money.

Hey, yo, I ain't bail on that shit, son.

It was just too crowded in there.

It wasn't really my style, know what I mean?

All right, but we got a day to get that single, so...

I know. So why you fucking with the beat, son?

Yo, where the fuck is your verse at?

Man, I already told you

I need space to hear myself, son.

Is that not why we got the studio space

in the first place, for us to

Yeah, and then you filled it up

with a bunch of random dudes.

Random?

Who is you talking about Ethan?

Hey, yo, fuck Ethan. [chuckles]

Yo! I'ma tell Ethan exactly how the fuck you feel

about his ass, man.

Yeah, whatever, son. Whatever.

And I don't mean to be wasting studio time and shit.

I just...

nothing's sticking right now, you know.

I ain't flowing. It don't sound right.

[sighs] Yeah, I feel that.

I have not been able to get this shit together.

My beats are cool,

but the shit just sounds like it's clashing, yo.

Hmm. Hey, yo, push through all of that shit.

You always find it.

I know.

I know.

That's why I changed up the drums on this motherfucker,

so...

Yeah, well,

play that shit again. Let me hear it.

♪ ♪

Let me hear UGod on top.

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed ♪

♪ Oww, here comes the Shaolin style ♪

♪ True BAbaBYU, to my crew with the sooh ♪

Yeah, see, when Iwhen I try to mix in Rae and Meth's verse

over this,

it justit doesn't mix, you know?

Yeah, I think I hear what you talking about, son.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

ALEX: Hey, y'all sure y'all want him back, man?

I like having more room.

♪ ♪

[drumming adding quick flourishes]

♪ ♪

Hey, yo, shut the fuck up, son!

Go ahead.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Nah, nah, son.

Yeah, tthis the one right here.

This one right here?

[sighs] Okay. Okay.

♪ ♪

It's easier to think and shit when we back home.

Well, this is cool to be trying shit out.

No, but if you want to take that sound to that next level,

we got to record at Firehouse Studio.

It's justyou know, when we here,

shit could just flow when it flows.

You know what I am saying? Back at the studio

Yeah, it feels like you got to force yourself sometimes.

Yeah.

Hey, yo, let melet me hear

that thing you was trying with the keyboard, though.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Check this out.

[keyboard notes playing]

♪ ♪

Yo, what? What?

What, you're not fucking with it?

Nah, son. I'm justI'm just wild hungry.

[chuckles] Oh, shit.

You trying to eat?

[laughing]

Oh, shit. Yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo!

GHOSTFACE: "And now I will kill you

"not because you killed my family,

but because you are an ugly motherfucker."

[laughs] Oh, man, yo.

♪ For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me ♪

♪ My pen's been graded like a Jordan rookie ♪

♪ No cookie, crumbles, rap flows, or mumbles ♪

♪ In the field with the mic, tight grip, no fumbles ♪

♪ Killer bee bumbles ♪

[fighter grunting]

Whoa!

♪ You fucking with the worst ♪

♪ I'll be sticking pins in your head

♪ Like a fucking nurse... ♪

Whoa, shit!

What the fuck is going on, dog?

This shit's fucking crazy right here.

Yo, Dirty! Is it just

can y'all hear me?

Where are we?

[verses all overlapping]

How you feeling about this?

What you think?

♪ Pointblank as I kick the square biz ♪

♪ There it is ♪

♪ You fucking with pros and there it goes ♪

Hey, yo. Yo. [claps hands]

Yo, check this.

All right.

Oh, shit.

[music stops]

Okay.

[keyboard playing]

♪ ♪

Ooh! [chuckles]

Yo, that'sthat's the sound. That's it right there, B.

That's it. That's the sound, B.

♪ ♪

BOBBY: Yeah. Yeah, baby.

Hey, yo.

[hiphop music playing]

♪ ♪

It's about fucking time, nigga.

[scoffs]

It's about fucking time, yo. I was waiting for this.

♪ ♪

♪ For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me ♪

♪ Not long is how long that this rhyme took me ♪

♪ Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon ♪

♪ My pen that rocks from here to Oregon ♪

♪ Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback ♪

♪ I love gats ♪

♪ If rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back ♪

♪ I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds ♪

♪ And where I lounge is my stomping grounds ♪

♪ I give an order to my peeps across the water ♪

♪ To go and snatch up props all around the border ♪

♪ And get far like a shooting star ♪

♪ 'Cause who I are is living the life of Pablo Escobar ♪

♪ Pointblank as I kick the square biz ♪

♪ There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes ♪

BOBBY: Whoo!

♪ I love gats ♪

♪ If rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back ♪

♪ You wouldn't bust back, Ethan ♪

[laughter]

♪ ♪

♪ Yo, chill with the feedback ♪

♪ Black, we don't need that ♪

♪ It's 10:00, ho, where the fuck is your seed at? ♪

♪ Feeling mad hostile ♪

♪ Wearing Aeropostale, flowing like Christ ♪

♪ When I speaks the Gospel ♪

♪ Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe ♪

♪ With the buckus style, the ruckus ♪

♪ Ten times ten men committing mad sin ♪

♪ Turn the other cheek, and I'll break your fucking chin ♪

♪ Slaying boombangs like African drums ♪

♪ We'll be coming around the mountain when I come ♪

Hey, yo, what's this beat, son?

This ain't the shit we spit over.

It's better now, nigga. This that WuTang shit.

ALL: Yeah, word.

Yo, this shit gonna tear the club up.

♪ ♪

Yo, yo, yo. Hey, what up?

Whoo! What up?

It is, bro.

I like your handshake. DIVINE: There you go.

Yo, son, I ain't never heard no shit like this before, yo.

I ain't never heard no shit like this.

Nah, nah, no one has.

Peace, peace, peace!

Peace, peace, peace. Hey, yo.

You went to the movies

and dipped off for, like, two days, son.

Yo, son, they was playing the whole Dragon marathon.

Dragon Fist, Dragon Lord, what's the shit?

The Dragon Forever shit. Oh, yeah.

The whole shit had me spent on Dragons now.

I need to chill out.

♪ The Wu is too slamming for these coldkilling labels ♪

♪ Who ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel ♪

♪ Been doing artists in like Cain did Abel ♪

♪ Now they money's getting stuck ♪

♪ To the gum under the table ♪

♪ That's what you get when you misuse what I invent ♪

♪ Your empire falls, and you lose every cent ♪

♪ For tryin' to blow up a scrub ♪

♪ Now that thought was just as bright as a 20watt lightbulb ♪

What you think?

I think

I think we getting this pressed up tomorrow, right?

[laughter] BOBBY: Yo. Yo.

♪ First of all, who's your A&R? ♪

♪ A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? ♪

♪ But he don't know the meaning of dope ♪

♪ When he's looking for a suitandtie rap ♪

♪ That's cleaner than a bar of soap ♪

♪ And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight ♪

♪ Matter of fact, bring out the girls ♪

♪ And let's have a mud fight ♪

[air horn blows]

Sooh!

♪ ♪

♪ Ya best protect ya neck ♪

♪ ♪

ALL: WuTang! WuTang! WuTang! WuTang!

Watch your step, kid! Watch your step, kid!

♪ First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst ♪

♪ I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse ♪

♪ I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack ♪

♪ Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack ♪

♪ Shame on you when you step through ♪

ALL: ♪ To The Ol' Dirty Bastard ♪

♪ Straight from the Brooklyn Zoo ♪

♪ And I'll be damned if I let any man ♪

♪ Come to my center, you enter the winter ♪

♪ Straight up and down that shit is packed jam ♪

♪ You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man ♪

♪ The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking ♪

♪ Ason Unique rolling with the night of the creeps ♪

♪ Niggas be rolling ♪ [laughter]

ALL: Whoo!

♪ For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me ♪

♪ Not long is how long that this rhyme took me ♪

♪ Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon ♪

♪ My pen that rocks from here to ♪

ALL: ♪ Oregon ♪

♪ Catch it like a psycho flashback, I love gats ♪

♪ If rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back ♪

♪ I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds ♪

♪ And where I lounge is my stomping grounds ♪

♪ I give an order to my peeps across the water to go ♪

♪ And snatch up props all around the border ♪

♪ And get far like a shooting star ♪

♪ 'Cause who I are is living the life of ♪

ALL: ♪ Pablo Escobar ♪

♪ Pointblank as I kick the square biz ♪

♪ There it is, you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes ♪

♪ Yo, chill with the feedback ♪

♪ Black, we don't need that ♪

♪ It's 10:00, ho, where the fuck is your seed at? ♪

♪ Feeling mad hostile ♪

♪ Wearing Aeropostale flowing like Christ ♪

♪ When I speaks the Gospel ♪

PERSON: Get on the line.

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