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(RAPPING) I put mad pressure

On phony wack rhymes that get hurt

GZA: I'm not playing with this one, cuz.

I'm in a whole other different chamber on this, cuz.

You know I got that staccato beat with that Willie Mitchell sample on it.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

This that classic, genius, fire, love of god.

Geffen's getting a little antsy.

The only thing I'm missing now is the verses from the clan.

And you know, when we come together, the music is raw. It's irreplaceable.

My album might be the last time we can pull that off.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Yo. Yo, anybody home?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

God, fucking Jersey.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(DOOR OPENS)

Yo, peace.

GZA: Peace, god.

Power went out again.

Yeah, well, that's Jersey for you.

Why you sitting here alone in the dark?

I ain't alone.

Well, talk to me. What's been eating you?

(SIGHS)

I don't get it, bruh.

I did a whole album

with me spitting by myself on every track.

That didn't work.

If the Wu-Tang forms like Voltron and I'm the head,

how am I supposed to function without the body?

Yeah, but you all haven't been on the same album since 36 Chambers.

Exactly, that's why I got to assemble the entire team for my album.

Yeah, but you don't got time for that, GZA.

The label needs the album handed into them by next week.

It's gonna be a challenge for them to market it

without a radio-friendly single.

Look, instead of trying to get Wu-Tang features,

let's try some other flavor.

Now, I heard D'Angelo gonna be at Battery Studio next week.

Sure RZA could get him to hop on a track with you,

and the label would love that.

Man, fuck the label, Vine.

Fuck being friendly to the stations. They need to be friendly to us.

We're the ones people are coming to see,

to find out what we're saying.

However, the label are investing in our music and expanding our reach.

And watering us down.

Divine, I'm the one who learned the hip-hop culture from the Bronx.

The first Wu member to get knowledge of self.

Meth got a hit with Mary.

You got Dirty with Mariah.

But GZA's album...

My album gotta be pure, god.

And all I need is my Wu brothers

to achieve that.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

All right.

All right, well, let me see if I can get two more weeks with Geffen, okay?

You're gonna need the Abbott

to help you convince your brothers to jump on,

especially those whose careers are blossoming.

Where's the Abbott?

(CHUCKLES) Look, I don't know.

He got back from LA with these books from the Bodhi Tree,

and now he's looking for a Shaolin Monk

named Sifu Shi Yan Ming.

All right, prophet.

You know what to do.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Yeah!

I want some lyrical swordsman type banger.

I gotta connect with the Abbott.

WOMAN: Genius, help us. We need you.

You're our only hope.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTS) - Whoa, whoa, Peace.

Peace.

It's me.

Lower them.

(STAMMERS) You're the Genius.

I can't move. My wheelchair is broken.

Let me see what I can do.

Yo, your motor's busted. What are you doing out here?

I'm on my way to see the Abbott.

To give him this, and it broke.

Wait, so you know where the Abbott is at?

Yes.

He's on top of the Wu-Tang Mountain.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

WOMAN: The labels are on the precipice of ending the culture.

Putting us at the brink of doom.

We were united once, but overtime,

our brothers wanted to outshine one another.

This allowed the head of the labels, Cyrus,

to infiltrate them one by one

using the Ministers to buy up all the broadcasting signals

and pump pop into the system.

Keeping the masses stuck on stupid.

They fragmented our empire of culture into separate fiefdoms

like Medina, Pelan, and Mecca.

Our radio signal is the last two broadcast of culture that is left.

Which is why we've locked ourselves in the booth.

But there's a prophecy.

The legend of the Liquid Sword,

which says that a man of words, a genius, perhaps,

will come forth to save the culture when he's needed the most.

That he will reunite the brothers somehow.

GZA: (AS GENIUS) We'll start here, in Medina.

(PLAYING FLUTE)

But the fiefdoms have never been further apart than they are now.

There's Pelan, home of the savages,

where beef is served on a plate.

It's a way of life.

The Desert which is truly been deserted since Fatherless Child disappeared.

Mecca, land of the riches,

where they keep making it and try to keep the others from taking it.

Then there's the zoo.

The underground and...

GZA: (AS GENIUS) "Medina."

"Where the gods are meaner."

- Can I help you? - Yeah, we're looking for Chief Irif.

He passed away a few years back.

I'm his daughter, Yenji.

Well, do you have anything good to eat?

We don't serve food here.

No one is allowed to grow or sell food anymore.

I have only sake.

Filtered, unfiltered, bitter, sweet, and spicy.

I'll try the spicy one.

(GROANS)

I see you've mastered your father's recipe.

How did you know my father?

We used to work together.

As Imperial Masters.

And I know one thing.

No one brews spicy sake as he does,

and dead men can't brew.

So why don't you tell me where your father is.

(WHISPERS) He's in his old laboratory.

GZA: (AS GENIUS) Positive education...

Activates constant elevation.

(CHUCKLES)

- Genius. - (CHUCKLES)

The culture was usurped by Cyrus,

and the Ministers of Culture turned out to be culture vultures.

They tranquilized the people with poptronics.

So you got a whole fiefdom staring into oblivion.

It looks like they're staring into emptiness,

but they're staring into illusions and false images.

So why didn't you and your daughter become affected?

We only listen to the classics,

either on vinyl or through this faint radio transmission.

All produced by the Abbott or the Godfathers.

The classic headphones were built with antennas.

But mine are damaged and take forever to get a signal.

(RADIO CRACKLING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

SHURRIE: (RAPPING AS WISDOM BODY) Cut-throat women, whirlwind spinning

Save the children Escape the poverty we're living in

Yo, who's broadcasting this?

Hell's wind staff The rise of rap titans

Ninjas battling, swords swinging

Cut-throat women, whirlwind spinning

Save the children Escape the poverty we're living in

Hell's wind staff The rise of rap titans

Ninjas battling, swords swinging

Cut-throat women, whirlwind spinning

Save the children Escape the poverty we're living in

Hell's wind staff The rise of rap titans

Ninjas battling, swords swinging

Cut-throat women, whirlwind spinning

Save the children Escape the poverty we're living in

Nobody's listening.

Somebody is always listening.

And even so, will they be in tune?

Smart enough to decipher the codes?

Don't understand why you don't spurt it out.

Because if the Ministers understand what we're talking about,

they'll make sure we are disconnected from the people forever.

We're running out of time.

We got, what, 36 hours before the time runs out?

Before it's lights out for you, me, and all we stood for?

SHURRIE: (AS WISDOM BODY) To save our culture

we gotta connect all the fiefdoms.

It starts with the spreading of the word through the music.

Our transmissions have been broken at these strategic points.

If we can get someone to reconnect us,

we can sound the signal.

Yes, but they all need to be connected in order for us to be successful.

- We must move as one. - We must move as one.

- (SWITCH CLICKS) - Let me try this one.

(RAPPING) All day underground sound from a hallway

On 4th and Broadway

To connect the dots to Watts To hear what all say

These lyrics have messages in them.

All day underground sound...

All dope lyrics have messages in them.

To connect the dots to Watts To hear what all say

- All day underground sound... - (REPEATING INDISTINCTLY)

4th and Broadway.

Come on, let's go.

I'm not going anywhere.

What do you...

It was good to see you, brother.

But me and my daughter are good where we're at.

What's the use of being woke while everyone else is asleep?

Chief, I need you to join me.

Maybe if we get our brothers together,

we can reverse the effect that the Ministers put on us.

Make the culture pure again, god.

YENJI: Father,

he's right.

Now is the time to join the fight.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

GZA: (AS GENIUS) What happened to the Abbott?

He couldn't help?

The Abbott tried to help, but he eventually gave up on the people

and retreated to the mountain to live as a recluse.

DARREN: He didn't give up on us.

He went to go develop a new sound to compete with the Ministers.

They're only broadcasting regurgitated music

sampled from familiar hooky tracks.

They're trying to put an end to lyrical consciousness

and street lo-fi aesthetics.

Well, while the Abbott is busy meditating,

the people out here are hurting.

"4th and Broadway."

"Underground sound 4th and Broadway."

Yo, this is it.

This is the place where the signal's working.

(LAUGHING)

That's Manifesto, the Underground King.

Looks like he's completely lost it.

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Yo, I got an idea.

(WHISPERS)

(GASPS AND SCREAMS)

Brother.

Shh!

(PLAYING FLUTE)

(GRUNTING)

(POWERING UP)

We got one of the chambers connected.

Oh.

Try to broadcast.

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize...

- Manifesto. - My brother, it's been far too long.

Peace, brother.

Pardon self.

The Fatherless Child warned us

that they were going to make us all fight each other.

Black versus white.

Asian versus native.

Everyone against everyone.

And that's how I lost all control.

Positive education always corrects errors.

Glad to see you back on track.

We need you.

That's what we have to do. Reconnect all the signals.

That's how to reunite the fiefdoms.

That's how we're gonna free more minds.

MASTA KILLAH: (AS CHIEF IRIF) We're heading to the top of the mountain,

we'll be passing through a lot of savages.

Everyone is on their own shit.

Do or die, kill or be killed.

I know a way to avoid trouble.

We take the route through the Desert.

It'll add some more time,

but it's safer.

Lead the way.

SHURRIE: (AS WISDOM BODY) You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

You gotta dip-dip dive, so socialize

Clean out your ears and open your eyes

SAVANT: My lord,

we've lost one of the fiefdoms.

Someone reconnected the severed signal.

Could be the one the legends speak of.

CYRUS: Send our spies.

Round up any strangers.

We'll see if he's the wielder of the Liquid Sword.

Bring him to me.

(RECORD SMASHES)

All of this was the playground to the Fatherless Child?

Why did he abandon it?

He was the only one in our crew

who didn't need a book to invoke his words.

Rumor in Medina was he gave in to the system.

Just like the rest of us.

You call this the Desert?

It's not an actual desert, but it is deserted.

Desert or not, I'm exhausted.

We need some water.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I'm starting to see a mirage.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

You boys need a ride?

We got a man wheelchair-bound.

He can ride with Wendy. We'll strap him in.

WENDY: You boys gotta be thirsty.

You know these wizzes?

No, G-O-D,

but I'm trying to get to know them.

I'm Roma,

- and these are Roma's bitches. - Hey, fellas.

Why are you ladies being so nice to us?

Women are known to be nice when they're feeling nasty.

Hey, boys.

Sounds good to me.

Everything is gonna be all right.

Come on, I got you.

Drink up.

(COUGHS)

(PANTING)

Where are we?

You're in Roma's lair.

- Where's Darren? - He doesn't fit into our plan.

What the fuck you trying to do, torture us?

(GROANS)

Your pain is our pleasure.

(MANIFESTO GRUNTS AND LAUGHS)

I ain't into that S&M shit.

Get me out of here.

Fuck.

(GRUNTING)

The Minister has some questions.

Which one of you undies reconnected the signal in Medina?

I did.

Bring him.

CYRUS: The legend speaks of one with a sword.

- Where is your sword? - I don't know what you're talking about.

Who are you?

My attribute is Allah Justice,

they call me the Genius.

CYRUS: Why did you reconnect the underground signal?

And how did you know where to find it?

I get it.

You're the motherfucker trying to keep people down.

CYRUS: Not keep them down.

Keep them in line.

By keeping them in line, you're forcing them down.

If people aren't exposed to the real,

they make a world on their own of the fake.

People need art and culture.

It all starts with the music.

CYRUS: Yes.

That is why we have developed the sound and the word of the popular artist

to be more susceptible to the larger population.

We have gotten it down to a science.

Recruit only pop artists.

In order to be pop, you have to be popular.

And hip hop has gained great popularity.

So what's wrong with the raw, uncut hip hop?

Why are you trying to dilute it or censor...

Because it inspires revolt!

(COUGHS)

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY WITH GAG)

I said we got to get free before Roma's bitches get back.

You know, my ex girl, Christin,

she was a freak.

But this...

This is another level shit.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DARREN GRUNTING AND PANTING)

MASTA KILLAH: (AS CHIEF IRIF) Come over here.

Come on, dawg.

Get me out of this thing.

CYRUS: He's not the one of legend,

but we can use him.

He's handsome, has a look that will resonate with the common folks.

You should make him the offer.

CYRUS: If you sign with us,

we will show you all that we are.

Make you appear rich,

beyond your wildest imagination.

Put you in the shiniest clothes.

The most luxurious mansions and cars, surround you

with the most exotic women.

Consume all the abundance you desire.

You will be representative of the culture.

All those things that you're promising me,

it's just shit.

Shit that's going to be on a loan.

You want to use me to lure the youth into your illusion of luxury.

An illusion that they're going to chase their whole lives.

But only a few will obtain.

No.

I'll pass.

Your brother seems to be enjoying himself.

Fatherless Child!

Genius?

Brother, how could you forget who you are?

CYRUS: Join us.

Enjoy the spoils of life.

ROMA: Don't you want to be a star?

Can't you picture yourself in his position?

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAPPING) Picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts

Like these murderous rhymes Tight from genuine craft

Check the print It's where veterans spark the letterings

Slow-moving emcees Is waiting for the editing

The liquid soluble That made up the chemistry

A gaseous element that burned down...

He is the one.0.

The Liquid Sword isn't a literal sword.

Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions

It is his tongue.

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

You coming, Darren?

Let's fucking go.

Right behind you.

Blood splash Rushin' fast like runnin' rivers

I be that whiskey in your liver

Duel of the Iron Mic

It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

Stop him.

This is not an 85 affair, made clear

When the gods get ready to perform

Storms corrupt, Wu's up

Causing the crowd to self-destruct

Who can withstand the astonishing Punishing stings to the sternum

Shocked in the hip hop livestock Seekin' for a serum, to cure 'em

The thugs killed for drugs Plus the young bucks bust

Ducking handcuffs Throats get cut when dough rush

Building lobbies Are graveyards for small-timers

Bitches caught in airports Keys in their vaginas

No peace, no police Mad corrupt, you get backed up

Depending if you're passing the cut

Plus shorty's not a shorty no more He's living heartless,

Blinded by illusion Finding it confusing

Duel of the Iron Mic

It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

Duel of the Iron Mic

It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

Return to the palace.

Thanks for saving me.

Thanks for being who you are.

We need you.

It's the way we're meant to, god.

The Abbott always said if we came together for a common cause,

nothing could stop us.

Where's the Abbott now?

(FLUTE PLAYING)

He's on top of the Wu-Tang Mountain, developing a new sound.

I wish he'd come down from there.

We're trying to convince him to.

I'll go back in and reconnect the Desert signal,

let my people of the Zu know we all stand together.

Peace.

Proper evaluations...

Activates controllable emotions.

(DOOR RATTLING AND CLANGING)

I think it was a bad idea to lock ourselves inside.

Something's going on out there.

The Desert interference net is down.

Is this the one from the prophecy?

If so, can he reconnect all the fiefdoms in time?

Got the next broadcast ready?

Yeah, but we need to expand our radius.

Pelan isn't the largest fiefdom, but its sphere of influence is.

I mean, its reach goes to Y.O. Now Rule

all the way to the Palisades of New Jerusalem.

If we connect there,

a lot of ears will be open.

Yeah, and maybe somebody can open our doors.

Maybe.

(RAPPING) Move right through the night Give sight beyond sight

When the ears hear the sound That resound from the light

INSPECTAH DECK: (AS MANIFESTO) Damn!

Wish homegirl wasn't so crazy.

We could've made some magical music together.

Yeah, the sound of whipping your ass had a nice rhythm to it, right?

(LAUGHS)

- Tss! Argh! - (MANIFESTO LAUGHS)

You hear that, Genius?

(CHUCKLES)

SHURRIE: (AS WISDOM BODY) ...from the light.

Move right through the night Give sight beyond sight

When the ears hear the sound That resound from the light

"When the ears hear the sound that resound from the light."

"When the ears hear the sound..."

"That resound from the light."

Come on.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Been hearing a lot of thunder.

But no rain.

It's starting to come together.

Come on.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BABY CRYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

MAN: Get back right now!

Bring it! Bring it!

WOMAN: They killed my baby!

(WOMEN CRYING AND SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Why?

In the name of Allah,

this shit has to stop.

Our ancestors did not fight,

struggle,

and die for us to be living like this.

(RUSTLING)

(GUNS COCKING)

Who the fuck are you stepping up in the middle of our square?

Justice,

aka the Genius.

Genius?

No, you must be a fucking fool

thinking you can run game here in my hood.

Nigga, this ain't your hood.

This hood belong to the SUNZ.

Hoods don't belong to none of us.

We all just renting it.

GZA: (AS GENIUS) Pelan.

Rearrange those letters, you get the word "plane"

meaning plane of intelligence.

This place used to be on the highest plane.

Now, it's devolved.

In order for us to evolve, we must all get involved.

How about I just let this .44 barrel revolve

and all the problems out here'll be solved?

Problem's still going to be here tomorrow.

And one day you'll be on the receiving end.

Look, brother,

everything goes through a circle.

Now, in order to multiply, we must add more circles,

not repeat the same ones.

Man, this fool trying to teach a math class.

Wait. This fool is worth a lot of credits.

Chill, yo.

Shit.

Hey, it's your lucky unlucky day.

This you?

Hey, let's combine and split the reward.

All right, that's the bet.

That record deal's mine.

Nah. I've been trying to get that record deal for years.

- You sound stupider... - Wait...

So y'all will work together for evil,

but not for good.

(SCOFFS) Getting signed to the Major Label is for the good,

Ministers know how to bless people.

Maybe if you got the right people in those seats,

but not when it's ran by a bunch of culture vultures.

Hey, tuck the guns up.

We're taking this pussy nigga alive.

My brothers, you don't have to do this.

Bomb these niggas, god.

(RAPPING) Tommy ain't my motherfucking Boy

When you fake moves on a nigga you employ

We'll all emerge off the set Now, you know goddamn

I show living large niggas How to flip a Def Jam

And rough up the motherfucking house

Because I snuck on Cold chilling motherfuckers

I still warn a brother

I'm ruthless My clan don't have to act wild

That shit is jive An old sleeping bag profile

The soft comedian rap shit Ain't the ruff witty

On the reel to reel It wasn't from a tough city

Nigga's be game Thinking that they lyrical surgeons

They know they mic's a phone to Virgin

And if you ain't boned a mic You couldn't hurt a bee

That's like going to Venus Driving a Mercury

The Capitol Of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang

Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game

Now, who's the bad boy character?

Not from Arista But firing weapons released on Geffen

So, duck as I struck With the soul of Motown

My central broadcasting systems Is low down

And dirty, like that bastard

It's getting drastic

Give them back their guns.

What?

GZA: (AS GENIUS) Guns are only used for war or for hunting.

No war with ourselves, nor do we hunt each other.

When the time comes, use them wisely.

- (PEOPLE MUNCHING LOUDLY) - (ELEVATOR DINGS)

We lost Pelan.

The people are returning to the purer form.

We cannot allow this.

The purer form cannot be emulated by the rest of the industry.

We must keep the people accepting

the watered-down version of the craft.

Perhaps we can negotiate with them,

give them a small piece of our spoils, avoid a war.

(ALL LAUGHING)

We will give them what they deserve.

Annihilation.

Gang radio was a classic.

We should be able to contact the station.

Come in.

Come in. Come in.

Go ahead, this is Wu Radio.

Peace, this is Genius.

The wielder of the Liquid Sword?

Indeed.

You've helped give us a chance.

There's still three chambers that need to be connected.

The Gold Chamber of Mecca,

the Rugged Chamber of the Shadow Boxer and the Slums of Shaolin.

You can't make it to all these fiefdoms in time.

GZA: (AS GENIUS)

What if we split up simultaneously and reconnect it like that?

How will we do that?

Voltron.

When you reach the Abbott, give him this message.

C-E-F-A.

GZA: (AS GENIUS) All right, look, fellas.

The only way to do this in time is if we split up like the lions of Voltron.

Manifesto.

You'll go to our brother, Johnny Blaze, The Shadow Boxer,

tell him to prepare his forces.

His flow will penetrate the astral planes.

Give him this.

Chief Irif, you have to go visit our brother, the Wally King, in Shaolin.

He may act if he sees this.

GZA: (AS GENIUS) Darren, you ascend to the top

of the mountain and go find the Abbott.

And I will go to the Gold Chamber of Mecca.

Peace.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I don't mean to disturb you while you're mourning, but we got to talk.

I grew up in a small project apartment.

Without my father.

My mother, she struggled to keep the roof over our heads.

And I thought to myself, "I'm going to end her struggle.

"I'm gonna move her into a big old house in the suburbs,

and we was gonna enjoy life."

And me, putting in work.

Dedicate your time to your craft.

And if you're lucky, one day you hit success.

But when you hit,

it takes up more of your time.

Day after day, month after month, year after year.

You keep working to keep the status so you can come back with another hit.

Get a bigger home.

Word. You've done well for yourself and all from your art.

RAEKWON: (AS LOUIS RICH) At what cost, son?

My schedule got so busy,

I barely stepped in my mother's house a dozen times.

I jumped on stage,

spent nights in the studio hundreds of times.

All the way up until the day

the reason I was doing it...

is gone.

Taken from me

by a thief

in the night.

The day she didn't wake up is the day I fell asleep.

Yeah, but you can't mourn forever, god.

Right? Now the people need you.

Hey, fuck the people, son.

GZA: (AS GENIUS) You don't mean that.

You're successful because of the people. They supported you.

Where was the people when I was in pain?

My mother passed and the world kept spinning.

People went on about their daily toils, eating, laughing, drinking, and shit.

But my shit came to a standstill...

I didn't want to get out of bed.

I didn't want to see the sun shine.

But they still wanted to write stories about me.

Niggas wanted new music.

Photos and interviews and performances and shit.

They didn't give a fuck about my pain.

And family? Oh, word.

They only gave a fuck about my money.

All they cared about was the accommodations.

They would take my life

in order to take my place. I shut 'em out.

I shut 'em out.

I shut the motherfuckers off.

Life has no partnership with death.

So guess what?

We gotta keep living.

Look, use everything that you've got to help the people.

Yo.

Burying it ain't gonna benefit no one.

(CHUCKLES)

See, that's where you're wrong.

When I pass, my servants gonna bury me in the casket

right next to my mother and fill it with gold.

And who's that going to benefit?

Me.

It's gonna benefit me.

I'm gonna live forever.

Know what I mean? Like King Tut, son buried his riches

and got tour support for centuries.

Get this Black brother up out of here.

(TIRES SCREECH)

GZA: (AS GENIUS OVER RADIO) He won't flip the switch.

Now we won't have everyone in the fight.

But we don't have time. We gotta attack.

Without his blockade, we'll be flanked from the left loose Mecca and Shaolin.

But if the Abbott sounds the signal,

Mecca will join Shaolin on the attack.

He won't sound the signal without hearing the broadcast.

He will if he gets my note.

How are you so sure about that?

Because he's my brother. And I know my brother.

The prophecy said we needed everyone together, but we don't have time.

That's our final broadcast.

Can I do the honors?

Investigative Reports

Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters

Dime droppers, twenty-five-to-lifers

Backstabbers, low blowers

Anxiety, brothers tryin' me Gunslingers, dead ringers

Dime droppers, twenty-five-to-lifers

Backstabbers, low blowers

Illegal cocaine growers Starvation, profanity

Anxiety, brothers tryin' me Gunslingers, dead ringers

Investigative Reports

(SIGHS)

Well, we did all that we could do.

It's up to them now.

Switching to two-way broadcast.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

- (PRESSES SWITCH) - (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

METHOD MAN (AS SHADOW BOXER) I breaks it down to the bone gristle

Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin'

Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven

Niggas gunnin', my third eye Seen it comin' before it happened

You know about them fuckin' Staten kids They smashin'

Everything, huh In any shape, form or fashion

Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin'

Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'?

Talkin' out yo' asshole

You should have learnt About the flow and peasy afro

Ticallion stallion The chinky-eye and snot-nosed

From my naps to the bunion on my big toe

I keeps it movin' Know just what the fuck I'm doin'

Rap insomniac Fiend to catch a nigga snoozin'

Slip the cardiac, arrest me Exorcist hip-hop possess me

Crunch a nigga like a Nestle You know my steez

Burnin' to the third degree

Sneaky ass alley cat, top pedigree

The head toucher Industry party bum rusher

You don't like it? Dick up in you, fuck ya

(WIND BLOWING)

(PLAYING FLUTE)

What are you doing here, little man?

I've come to find you.

Give you help.

And seek help from you.

I know you're looking for a different sound,

but it's going to take time for you to develop it.

And time for people to get used to it.

Until then, you have to keep doing what's been working for you.

Abbott, the people need you.

Your sister needs you.

We can't win without you.

Save your breath.

DARREN: You must deliver the signal,

join the fight.

What's the signal?

(PLAYING FLUTE)

(WHIRRING)

(SYNTH NOTES PLAYING)

Son, come, boy.

Choose life or death.

(MEN YELLING)

(RAPPING) The only man a ho wait for

Is the sky-blue Bally kid, In '83 rocked Tale Lords

My Memorex performed tape decks, My own Fostex

Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex

Yo, Wu whole platoon Is filled with raccoons

Corner-sittin' wine niggas Sippin' Apple Boone

This ain't no white cartoon 'Cause I be duckin' crazy spades

The kid hold white shit Like blacks rock ashy legs

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?

Why did Judas rat to Romans While Jesus slept?

Stand up, you're out of luck Like two dogs stuck

Ironman be sippin' rum Out of Stanley Cups, unflammable

Noriega, aimin' nozzles, Stay windy in Chicago

Spine-tingle, mind boggles

Kangols in rainbow colors Promoters try to hold dough

Gimme mine before Po Wrap you up in so-and-so

I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th

Built with Genghis Khan The red suede Wally Don

Hey yo, camouflage chameleon Ninjas scalin' your building

No time to grab the gun They already got your wife and children

A hit was sent from the president To raid your residence

Because you had secret evidence And documents

On how they raped the continents And lynched the prominent

Dominant Islamic, Asiatic, black Hebrew

The year 2002 The battle's filled with the Wu

Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu

Or the Ebola virus Under the reign of King Cyrus

You can see the weakness Of a man right through his iris

Unloyal snakes get thrown In boilin' lakes of hot oil

Up boils your skin Chickenheads gettin' slim like Olive Oyl

Only plant the seed Deep inside fertile soil

Fortified with essential Vitamin and minerals

Use the sky for a blanket Stuffin' clouds inside my pillow

Rollin' with the Lamb Twelve Tribes, 144,000 chosen

Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

(DOOR OPENS)

You believe you freed people and gave them back culture.

But it will not last.

There will be new ways to keep them in line.

Not if I have anything to do about it.

You and I are the same.

Two cultures fighting to make our mark on this world while we can.

Well, I'm afraid you won't be able to see that world.

Your Liquid Swords will not work on me.

Cool, that's why I got a real one.

GZA: Clap, man And if you...

Then raise your hands

Yo, this shit is a masterpiece, god.

Better than that Cuban Linx album.

Yo, you only saying that shit 'cause it's your album.

No, no, no.

I'm saying that 'cause I got

every Wu-Tang Clan member on it.

I feel you.

Look, I think this album is going to expand us to a whole new breed of fans.

Yo, we've got to keep this momentum going on.

I got all the brothers coming to this session

- tonight, nigga. - Word, word, all good.

But yo, I gotta go down to Medina real quick.

I got a meeting with Priest.

Yeah, Geffen talking about giving my own production deals

to start signing artists.

RZA: I see you, nigga. I see you, yeah.

You ain't the only one

learning the other side of the business, god.

- RZA: Apparently not. - (CHUCKLES)

Hey, yo, yo, what about the session?

I'll be back before you wrap it up. Just hit me.

Suuu!

Yo, peace.

Hey, what up, Vine?

Yo, what up with you?

Long time no see.

I know, that Shaolin monk don't let you check your phone no more?

Watch out, yo.

I've been in the studio blastin' music, all right?

We'll see. That's why I installed that phone light.

I know, shit went off like 10 times. It's fucking irritating, yo.

Well, excuse me, because I only hit you up twice,

and that was for good news.

Because GZA's Shadowboxin' is number one on Hot 97,

and the album is about to debut in the top 10

on the fucking Billboard charts, my nigga.

- Come on, god. We did it again. - Get the fuck out of here, yo.

- Another hit release. - Hey, look, look.

That's what happens when the Wu stands together.

Yo, we got another session tonight.

We're bound to produce another banger.

All right. You're gonna have to miss me

because I told Nia that I'd be back in by 11:00.

I'll check in with you tomorrow.

All right. Tell her I say, "What's up?"

Oh, yeah, I will. And you know what?

Maybe you should listen to these.

METHOD MAN: Peace, Lord. I ain't gonna make it tonight.

I'm working on this joint with Redman.

Shit gonna be bananas, son. One.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

OL' DIRTY BASTARD: Yo, peace, cuzo. I'm at this crazy party with Mariah.

I'm about to put a baby in one of these R&B chicks.

Hey, it's Rebel. Yo, send somebody to pick me up.

I'm not driving out tonight dodging all them fucking deers.

Yo, Bobby Steels, this Ghost. I'm here with Rae.

RAEKWON: Yeah, we uptown with Jodeci right now.

We about to splash this Fiending You remix, know what I mean?

GHOSTFACE KILLAH: This shit gonna be fire. Ooh-hoo!

We'll catch you next week, son. Out.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Yo, Abbott. U-G-O-D here. Yeah, I ain't gonna make it out

to the woods tonight, man.

Gotta take care of something with Dontae.

You know what it is.

One.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Peace to the God. It's Killa. Yo, Abbott.

Since I'm already on the Brooklyn side,

I'm gonna roll with GZA to this thing, you know?

By the way, Duel of the Iron Mic.

Yeah, you need to do a video for that joint. Peace.

(MACHINE CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

Might as well take my ass back to LA.