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

It's just your perception that changes.

See?

- Good night, Bobby. - YOUNG BOBBY: Good night, Uncle Hollis.

BYRON: That verse was crazy.

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

(RAPPING) This is real street D-rap shit

Road to riches, huntin' niggas they startin' headbuttin' their bitches

Hey, yo, D. We're at my studio.

And it... It don't feel right without you, man.

SHURRIE: Go to New York and get with Bobby.

Now's 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 single, it's not moving like they hoped it would.

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

People want that real shit.

ANDRE: There's not gonna be an album. It's over.

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

If we wanna checkmate this industry, we need all the pieces.

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

ANDRE: No album if you don't have a single.

It's something that distinguishes you.

DIVINE: That's self-distribution.

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,

that's gonna get us a record deal. Huh?

Right. If it's the right one.

What are you talkin' about? All of the tracks that we've recorded?

Right now, Method Man is killin' in the street.

- That's the one, son. - DIVINE: It's a banger, for sure, but...

But, exact... Yo, the ladies is fuckin' with it too, son.

- Method's a star, you know that. - But see, that's the problem.

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

No. People need to know that Wu-Tang is a group.

So, I'm thinkin'...

You know, I'm thinkin', we do, uh... We do Tearz.

- (SCOFFS) Tearz, nigga? - DIVINE: Mmm-hmm.

Tearz? Tearz only got two people on that shit.

- That's not a group track. - 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, yo, Tearz is my shit.

That shit ain't goin' to go in no clubs.

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

It's got a bomb-ass...

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

- Yeah. - All right.

So, so, what you thinkin', huh? You, you thinkin' about...

Oh, you thinking about that, that track that you and Rae were working on? Mmm-hmm.

It ain't that one either.

- And we don't got that shit. - Then what?

We're gonna have to start from scratch.

What the fuck?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Yo, Bobby. Yo, son. You got floppy disks full of tracks, son.

Yo, all of these shit's is bangin'.

- Come on. - We're introducing the Wu-Tang 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.

Whoa, see. If it's about the chicks, then let's go with Method Man.

- Yo. It's... - It's just like I said.

It's not about chicks, yo.

So, then, what is it about, Bobby? Explain it to us.

(SIGHS)

It's gotta be Wu-Tang, rugged. You dig?

Grimy as shit.

But like Power said, "It's gotta play in the clubs."

And like you said, "It's gotta have the entire Clan on it."

DIVINE: Mmm-hmm.

We gotta do a posse cut.

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

but we don't got any time to be... To be makin' new tracks, man.

- We ain't got money either. - DIVINE: Mmm-hmm.

We've got enough to pay

for two days in the studio to mix and master.

Then the rest of the cream is for pressing up wax and tapes.

- DIVINE: Just trust what you already have. - Nah, yo.

We gotta come through chopping heads, yo.

We gotta have high BPM and high energy,

and not just one animal roarin'.

We gotta have the entire fuckin' soundtrack of the jungle, yo.

- And we ain't got that shit. - Bobby, look. (CHUCKLES)

What do you mean?

- Look at all the damn floppy discs. - 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 sayin'.

- We do not have a... - (MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, all right. I guess we're leavin' then.

- (CHUCKLES) - DIVINE: Mmm-hmm.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(BLOWS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ If the music make you move

♪ 'Cause you can dig the groove

♪ Then groove on

♪ Groove on... ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I want you to hit it

♪ You gotta hit it and quit it

♪ I want you to, oh... ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

MAN 1: Didn't you hear what he said?

(REPEATING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

MAN 2: (ON TV) I see. So, you know how to fight.

(REPEATS DIALOGUE ON TV) Well... You're up against the Ting brothers.

(PHONE RINGING)

- MAN 2: Well, I have heard of you three. - What?

POWER: Ain't you supposed to answer, "Wu-Tang Productions"?

BOBBY: Yeah, my bad. POWER: Studio's booked for tomorrow.

- For tomorrow? - POWER: Tomorrow.

The only time I could get. They're booked for the month.

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

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

Yeah.

(BELL DINGS)

Hey, yo.

What you lookin' for?

I have no idea.

(PLAYING TUNE ON GUITAR)

Wassup?

(RUSTLING)

♪ For everyone

♪ I'mma still live for you

♪ Oh, if I'd known

♪ When I'm gonna lose

♪ And I'd known

♪ That you're gonna have to go

♪ My time alone... ♪

♪ When you're down and out at New York City

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

♪ Oh ♪

(BELL DINGING)

- Hey, wassup. - Wassup, yo.

Yo, waddup with Dennis? I heard about him and Shurrie.

Yeah, yeah. He's... He's cool.

- It's all in the family. - Cool, cool.

Yeah, man.

Tell D-Lover I said, "Waddup?"

Head's 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.

(SCOFFS)

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

(BYRON CHUCKLES)

Oh, yeah, I forgot y'all be on that kung fu shit.

So, uh, you workin' on anything new?

Always, yo.

Oh, shit. I was just there a couple of hours ago.

That shit was kinda dry though, a little stale.

Man, I guess it's easy to miss shit when you don't know what you lookin' for.

Oh, I was lookin' for this.

Deep cut.

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

I got a session with them next week.

Word.

(MYSTICAL ORIENTAL TUNE PLAYS)

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, yo, yo, yo. What'd he just cop?

Shit.

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUMBLING)

♪ Something 'bout love

♪ That makes me crazy

- ♪ Crazy - ♪ Your love is for me

♪ Don't take it away

♪ No, no

♪ Something 'bout love

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

♪ That drives me crazy

♪ You'd be my only love

(GUITAR SOLO PLAYING)

(MUSIC RESUMES)

♪ Love

♪ The one you love

♪ Even if it means I can't stay

♪ Oh...

You know Stevie Wonder wrote this, right?

You should know. I only played these boys for you ten, 20 times.

BOBBY: I do remember, Uncle Hollis.

That's why I had to pick them up.

Good man.

(LAUGHING)

♪ You'll change your ways

♪ 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.

(REWINDING)

(LAUGHING)

♪ And something 'bout love

(FAST FORWARDED) ♪ And something 'bout love

♪ That drives me crazy...

Bobby, they don't like that. What you doin' to them?

It wasn't...

It wasn't what I needed it to be, so I had to... I had to pick them up.

(SINGING IN NORMAL SPEED) ♪ And something 'bout love

Oh, damn, Bobby.

I still don't see why you wanna use this music

if you're just gonna tear it up.

That's just your perception.

My perception?

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 the change in your perception. It's the same with this music.

I can't change exactly what...

What they are playing with their notes, but I can... I can shape it.

I can...

I can push it from...

From the dark to light.

(BEAT TEMPO INCREASES)

Make it whatever I need it to be.

Whatever you can imagine.

Yeah.

(PLAYING RAPIDLY)

(DRUMMER PLAYING SLOWLY THEN RAPIDLY)

Make up your mind already.

I told you, your imagination can turn on you.

See, that's exactly why I...

(MUSIC STOPS)

(PLAYING RIFF ON GUITAR)

(EXHALES)

Hey, man, what the hell?

Keep that shit going.

That shit's good.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, God.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(MUMBLING)

(GUITAR RIFF FADES)

(UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have The Honeydrippers in the house tonight.

And they just got back from Washington D.C.

I think they got somethin' they want to say to you.

♪ Impeach the President

♪ Impeach the President

♪ Impeach the President...

Hey, man, look.

We know you ain't gonna use us. All you all ever want is feel.

Well, you know what? You're right.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Woah, woah, woah, brother, brother.

You know Phil was a shit when I found him? I had to drill his ass...

Woah, shit!

Thanks. He always ridin' me.

That motherfucker talks too much. I ain't got time for none of that shit.

Now hammies out, how do you want me to play it?

Most of y'all like it like how Molly Moore had it.

Let me hear that.

This is Hammie's version. (PLAYING DRUM GROOVE)

But Molly Moore loved that kick.

- (DRUMMING STOPS) - Yo, well, let's, uh...

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

(DRUMMING RESUMES)

Sick.

(PLAYING GUITAR RIFF)

I could kick that.

It's feeling kinda... Kinda thin.

(ADDING MORE BEATS TO THE MUSIC)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, Phil, let me, uh... Let me get you on that snare.

Lean into it.

(SNARE SOUND PLAYING)

Yeah.

And, yo, uh...

What's your name?

Alex.

Let me get that shit more, uh...

- More frantic. - Frantic?

And, you, uh, on the left.

Let me get that, uh...

(VOCALIZING GUITAR MELODY)

No, you can't.

You can get it like this.

(PLAYING MELODY)

Yo, keep that string going, huh?

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SAMPLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKER)

Yo, I need more drums, yo.

Make that shit big. Give me...

Give me, uh, 40B on the bass.

ETHAN: Okay, like that?

(BASS INTENSIFIES)

How does that sound?

Yeah.

Yeah, right?

That shit's hard, right?

Very hard, bro.

- Yo, pause. - Watch your mouth.

(ALL GRUMBLING)

- Yo, yo, yo, yo... - I thought you said to pause.

Hey, watch the board, man.

Hey, yo, just... Never mind him. Let's stay focused here.

ETHAN: All right, my bad.

- (MUSIC RESUMES) - I thought it was hard.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'm done with my shit, son.

- Me too. - How you even read that shit, son?

- I'm gonna show you. - Nah, nah.

Hold on. Hold that. I'm getting on the mic first.

(BOTH ARGUING)

Ain't nobody going in the booth.

Until I say so.

This shit is like a fucking symphony, all right?

Everybody's voice is an instrument, all right?

(ALL GRUMBLING)

Deck, you first.

MAN: This? Come on, man.

The wizard chooses wisely.

Yo. Relax, son.

Since I'm going first, y'all better get to rewriting.

(CLAMORING)

And my nigga,

you last, yo, all right?

Ah, yeah. Save the best for last.

(PAGER BEEPING)

I'll be right back, motherfuckers. Better have some shit ready.

- What up, dawg? - Peace, dawg.

- You out already? - I'm about to go contemplate

my verse, you know what I mean?

Like, watch a phat karate flick or somethin'.

You know what I mean? You good?

Yes, I'm chilling.

I just ain't realize we was rollin' this deep in the studio and shit.

GARY: Oh, yeah. RZA wants this record to feel like a live show.

You know what I mean?

Yo, kill that shit. You gonna take it.

Peace, cuz.

BOBBY: Make sure the kick, the snare...

ETHAN: Okay.

BOBBY: In a way, all that shit is just...

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

What you think?

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

Talkin' about this beat, yo.

Oh, yeah, this, this shit phat.

I mean, it always is, though.

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

Waddup? D-Love...

Ghostface.

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

- Yeah, yeah. - Okay, sick.

Yeah, so, what you do, Ethan?

Uh, I'm the engineer.

Oh, word, word.

You're after Deck, yo. All right?

Damn, son, that's a mad soon, son.

Better get that shit cracking.

ASON: Hold on. This ain't gettin' changed.

SHA: Imagine that. ASON: All right.

♪ Jam on the mic ♪

(GRUNTS ANNOYEDLY)

(PANTING)

I smoke on the mic. (CHUCKLES)

(RAPPING) ♪ I smoke on the mic Like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier

♪ Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man

Yo.

♪ Swingin' through your town ♪

(GASPS)

(YELLS)

♪ Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man

♪ So uh tick-tock, 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 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

(ALL CHEERING)

SHOTGUN: Y'all hear that shit?

DENNIS: Yeah, he did it, son. He did it.

Hey, Ghost. You up next, yo. You ready?

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

SHA: All right. Do your homework first.

All right. Rae?

Like you even have to fuckin' ask. Move outta my way, yo. Word, word.

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh, God, you already know.

(RAPPING) ♪ The way I make the crowd go wild

♪ Sit back, relax, won't smile

♪ Rae got it goin' on pal

♪ Call me the rap assassinator

♪ Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

♪ And I'mma 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 wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man

♪ 'Cause I grab the clip

♪ And hit ya with 16 shots and more I got

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

(ALL CHEERING)

Play that shit again.

Yeah, play that shit again and again, got it?

BOBBY: Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

(GRUNTS) Raise it up just a little bit.

♪ Deep in the dark with the art to rip 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

♪ The way I make the crowd go wild

♪ Sit back, relax, won't smile

♪ Rae got it goin' on pal

♪ Call me the rap assassinator

♪ Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

♪ And I'mma get mad deep like a threat... ♪

What's up?

(SIGHS) I don't know, yo. It's, it's not linin' up.

- Really? - It's like the mix is off or something.

- I don't hear it. - Oh.

Everything's how you wanted it.

All right. (SIGHS) Fuck it.

Let's just lay down everything else so we can figure it out later.

- ETHAN: Okay. Yeah. That works. - Right?

Hey, yo, Ghost, you ready yet?

No, son, no, no. I'm still working on it.

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

Sure, I've been ready, son. What's up?

Yo, let me see that shit, son.

Yeah, you might want a sign, yeah. Mmm-hmm.

Hey, yo, this nigga clowning, son. Look at, look at that shit, son.

Okay.

(CHUCKLES) Yo, cuz, for real, yo?

For real, son.

Yo, this nigga... You wrote this shit when you was 13, yo.

(ALL LAUGHING)

The hell I'm supposed to help if I'm a prodigy, man?

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

Hey, son, gold is gold, man, Why y'all niggas hatin' 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 gone.

(ALL LAUGH)

BOBBY: Yeah, whatever, nigga. Yo, come back with a new verse, all right?

MALE VOICE: (CHANTING) Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang...

(CLOCK TICKING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

You ain't shit.

What?

BOBBY: Yo! Yo! You hear me?

You ready yet?

Hey, yo, I, I gotta go take a leak, man.

Well, hurry your ass up, nigga.

We have one more day left in this studio. All right?

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

Everybody has to be on the song.

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

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

- (SIGHS) - (DOOR CLOSES)

(WOMAN SINGING)

Meth, you're up.

Finally, son. (SIGHS) Damn, how long you was gonna take?

(SIGHS) Symphony, right? (GRUNTS)

(TAPE REWINDS)

♪ I mean, oh, Yo check out the flow

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

♪ Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce

♪ The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me (COUGHS)

♪ Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed

♪ Ow, here comes my Shaolin style

♪ True B-A-ba-B-Y-U

♪ To my crew with the sue

♪ 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... ♪

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

Fuck, yo.

We've been at it for a while. Maybe we should re-do some verses.

It's not the verses.

It's the beat.

This beat is soulful, but I need somethin'...

(BREATHES DEEPLY) More original.

I need somethin' unpredictable.

I feel you. I just... I think you're burning out, man.

I love this beat. These guys do, too.

Every verse needs to hit hard.

Every verse.

If we can't mix four, it's gonna be crazy with seven...

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

- ETHAN: Okay. - Everybody will stay on the song.

All right.

Just need to... Need to think. (SIGHS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH) Atencion, por favor.

This nigga here, man.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

- SHA: Yeah, man. - SHOTGUN: Yeah.

SHA: 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,

you could climb to the top of the Empire State Building.

- Word. - Yo, this shit,

is fucking hard, son.

King Kong, motherfucker.

♪ Baby baby, c'mon

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

♪ I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking 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 stepped 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 a fool on him man

(ALL HOOTING)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That shit was phat.

Hey, Ghost. Yo, after that, you gotta be motivate...

Yo, what the fuck, yo?

Where this nigga Ghost at?

I'm not going to hold you. Ghostface Killah for real.

- Know what I mean? - Word.

(RAPPING) ♪ My pen, my pen that

♪ My pen that slays for minutes and days

♪ As I lounge, lunge at your throat

♪ Shaolin wooden men, we're coming for your...

♪ Shaolin wooden men

♪ We're coming for your throat

♪ I got the goons born un...

♪ And the crew

♪ Fuck around, get your skull split in two...

- (BABY CRYING) - (SHUSHES)

♪ As I slice, as I...

♪ As I slice...

- (SHURRIE SHUSHES) - Oh...

Oh, come here. Ooh. Oh, I got you.

I got you. Mommy's little alarm clock.

Hey, I'm sorry.

- I woke him up by accident... - It's okay.

Just go back in there. Go back to sleep.

No, no, no. It's okay.

He's probably just hungry.

How about you, you go into the bedroom and...

Yeah, I'll stay out here with him.

- Thank you. - Mmm-hmm.

Can you make a bottle first, though?

♪ And I'll put your skull in two

♪ As I come through with a sword

♪ Coming through with a sword

- (BABY CRYING) - (SIGHS)

♪ Coming through with a sword ♪

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

♪ 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 REWINDING)

♪ Tick-tock and 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 ♪

(TAPE REWINDS)

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

♪ I'll be stickin' 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 ♪

(TAPE REWINDS)

♪ 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

♪ The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor

♪ Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan

♪ Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man

♪ So uh, tick-tock and 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 sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell

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

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

♪ Movin' on your left, ah

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

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

Yo, son, you're gonna keep me like this?

You let me get through my whole verse this time?

I don't fuckin' know yet.

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

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

'Ey, yo, drummer boy, check this out. You don't know me, son.

- Wassup? - Come on!

Yeah, motherfucker. Jamaica, Queens,

Jive turkey, motherfucker.

Damn, son. Honeydrippers ain't no joke.

(SIGHS)

All right. Let's get back to work.

Yo, wait, lemme, uh... Lemme get something...

Something a little more, like...

- This. - (MUSIC STOPS)

(DIFFERENT MUSIC PLAYING)

That's a totally different beat.

Yeah, yeah, I know. But it just might work. All right?

♪ Small change, they puttin' shame in the game

♪ I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame

(DRUM GROOVE CONTINUES)

♪ And like Fame, my style'll live forever

♪ Niggas crossin' over but they don't know no better

♪ But I do, true, can I get a sue

♪ 'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh ♪

Why you messing with the beat, son?

We already wrote to the other one

- and now you're changing it? - (MUSIC STOPS)

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

- You know that shit costs money. - Hey, yo, I didn't bail on that shit, son.

It was just too crowded in there.

And it wasn't really my style, you know what I mean.

All right. We got a day to get that single. So...

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

Yo, where the fuck is your verse at?

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's you talking about? Ethan?

- Yo, fuck Ethan. - (CHUCKLES)

Yo, I'm gonna 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...

It's all good.

Nothing's sticking right now, you know? I ain't flowing. I don't sound right.

Yo, I feel that.

I have not been able to get this shit together.

The beats are cool, but this 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, the drums on this motherfucker, so...

Yeah, well, play that shit again. Let me hear it.

(SAMPLE PLAYING)

Let me hear U-God on top.

♪ Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed

♪ Ow, here comes my Shaolin style

♪ True B-A-ba-B-Y-U

♪ To my crew with the sue... ♪

Yeah, see, when I... When I try to mix in

Rae and Meth's verse over this, it just, it doesn't mix. You know?

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

Hey, y'all sure you want him back, man? I like having more room.

(CHANGES TEMPO)

Hey, yo, shut the fuck up, son!

Go ahead.

(SIGHS)

Nah, nah, son. Yeah, this the one right here.

This one right here?

Okay. Okay.

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

Well, this is cool, to be trying shit out.

Yeah, but if you wanna take that sound to that next level,

we gotta record at Firehouse Studio.

It's just, you know, when we're here, shit could just flow when it flows.

You know what I'm saying?

Back at the studio...

Yeah, it feels like you gotta force yourself sometimes.

Yeah.

Hey, yo, lemme, lemma hear that thing you was trying with the keyboard, though.

(BOBBY SIGHS)

All right, check this out.

(PLAYS PIANO)

Yo, what? What? What, you're not fucking with it?

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

- (MUSIC STOPS) - (LAUGHS)

- Shit. - You trying to eat?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (LIGHTER CLICKS) - (LAUGHING)

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

And now, I will kill you.

Not because you killed my family.

But because you are an ugly motherfucker.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SAMPLE PLAYING)

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

♪ My pay's been graded like a Jordan rookie

♪ No cookie crumbles Rap flow or mumbles

♪ In the field with the mic tight grip No fumbles

♪ Killah bee bumbles ♪

(GRUNTS)

♪ ...fuckin' with the worst

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

Whoa! Shit!

What the fuck is going on, huh?

This is fucking crazy, right here!

(MUSIC AND INDISTINCT CHATTER OVERLAPPING)

How're you feeling about this? What you think?

♪ Point-blank as I kick the square biz

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

Hey, yo. Yo! Yo.

- Check this. - (KUNG FU FIGHTER GRUNTS)

All right.

Oh, shit.

(LOWERS ALL CHANNELS)

Okay.

(VOCALIZES PIANO MELODY)

(CHUCKLING) Ooh.

Oh, yo, that's... That's the sound. That's it right there, B.

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

Yeah. Yeah, baby.

Hey, yo!

It's about fucking time, nigga.

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

(NEW SAMPLE PLAYING)

♪ For cryin' 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 stompin' 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 shootin' star

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

♪ Point-blank as I kick the square biz

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

(BOBBY WHOOPS)

♪ I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back

You wouldn't bust back, Ethan.

(CHUCKLING)

♪ Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that

♪ It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?

♪ Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale

♪ Flowin' 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 committin' mad sin

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

- ♪ Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums - ♪ We'll be

♪ Comin' around the mountain when I come... ♪

What's this? This ain't the shit we spit over.

- Ey yo, word. - It's better now, nigga.

This style Wu-Tang's shit.

This is gonna tear the club up.

- Yo, yo, yo. - Hey, what up, man?

(ALL WHOOPING, LAUGHING)

Yo, son, I never heard no shit like this before, y'all.

I've never heard no shit like this. Yo!

No one has!

ALL: Peace, peace, peace, yo!

You went to the movies and dipped off for like, two days?

Son, they was playing the whole Dragon marathon.

Dragon Fist, Dragon Lord. This the shit.

The Dragons Forever shit. The whole shit had me spent on dragons, dawg.

I need to chill out, man.

♪ The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels

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

♪ Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel

♪ Now they money's gettin' 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 tryna blow up a scrub

♪ Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb...

What you think?

I think...

I think we're getting this pressed up tomorrow, right?

No shit.

♪ First of all, who's your A&R?

♪ A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?

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

♪ When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie 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 HONKS)

(WHOOPS)

♪

(INAUDIBLE)

You best protect your knife

ALL: Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang! Wu Tang!

♪ Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid

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

♪ I'll be stickin' 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

♪ The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'

♪ Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps

♪ Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash

(ALL WHOOPING)

♪ For cryin' 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 stompin' 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 shootin' star

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

♪ Point-blank 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 ten o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?

♪ Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale

♪ Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel ♪

MAN: Get on the line.