Anthony:
You wanna listen to music of the oppressor, you go right ahead.
Peter:
How in the lunacy of your mind is hip-hop music of the oppressor.
Anthony:
Listen to it, man. Nigger this, nigger that! You think people go around calling each other honkies all day? "Hey, honkie! How's business?" "Going great, cracker! We're diversifying!"
Peter:
[changes the station] How about this, huh? How about that? You like that? Man's singing about lynching niggers!
Anthony:
And you think there's a difference, don't you?
Peter:
[singing] "Gonna buy me a rope, and lynch me a nigger!"
Anthony:
You've got absolutely no idea where hip-hop comes from, do you?
Peter:
[singing] "I shoot 'em dead first, but I done broke my trigger!"
Anthony:
You see, back in the '60s, we had smart black articulate black men. Like Huey Newton, Bobby Seale, Eldridge Cleaver, Fred Hampton. These brothers were speaking out, and people were listening. And then, the FBI said, "Oh, no! We can't have that! I know! Let's give the niggers some music by a bunch of mumbling idiots, and sooner or later they'll all copy it, and nobody'll be able to understand a fucking word they say! End of problem."
