Black Dynamite2009

[Black Dynamite walks into the militant group's hideout]

Black Dynamite:
Excuse me, brothers.

Militant #3:
[Gets up] The militants turn, startled. This is private. How'd you get in here?

Black Dynamite:
I walked in.

Militant 2:
So you one of them sneaky brothers, huh? Or maybe you an undercover pig. Or maybe you just a federal hitman.

Black Dynamite:
If I was, you cats would already be dead. Now let me speak to the man in charge.

Militant #3:
Sarcastically, I'm in charge. [Exchanges hi-fives with the other militant]

Black Dynamite:
If you were in charge, the people might as well surrender to whitey right now, because your survival skills ain't worth a damn.

Saheed:
Black Dynamite. [Walks into the room] It's been a long time, my brother.

Black Dynamite:
[Exchanging hi-fives with Saheed] What it is, Saheed?

Militant 2:
You know this Uncle Tom?

Black Dynamite:
Listen sucka, I'm blacker than the ace of spades and more militant than you and your whole damn army put together. While you out there, chanting at rallies and brow-beating politicians, I'm taking out any money-fronting sucka on a humble that gets in my way. So I tell you what, when your so called revolution starts, you call me, and I'll be right down front showing you how it's done. But until then, you need to SHUT the F*** UP when grown folks is talking.

Militant 2:
I'm sorry.

Saheed:
Yeah, we heard about what went down at the Hip Pocket. That was righteous.

Black Dynamite:
That was personal, brother.

Saheed:
Personal or not, you saved a lot of brothers and sisters. You need our help, [pounds chest with right fist] we're here.

Black Dynamite:
I can dig it.

[Black Dynamite pulls the bullet casing from his pocket]

Black Dynamite:
What can you tell me about this?

[Saheed takes the casing, sniffs the inside for gunpowder and licks the outer casing]

Saheed:
I ain't seen one of these in a while.

[Black Dynamite and Saheed walk out of the room]

Militant 2:
[Whispers] I was gonna f*** him up.