"Hey, Jay, where's Rip at?" "This is the sign-up for the beat battle." "In this corner, give it up for the Technician, y'all." " A'ight?" " Boo." "No doubt." "And in this corner, I need y'all to make some noise and give it up for Maestro, y'all." "After the coin toss," "Technician, it's on you to go first." "Producer, load up your CD." "Select your track." "Producer, are you ready for blast-off?" "Five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it." "Nah nah." "He's whack." "Five seconds." "Time." "Stop the track." "Make some noise one time for the Technician, y'all." "Coming up next is Maestro." "Make some noise for him, y'all." "Maestro, select your track, man." "Producer, are you ready for blast-off?" "Five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it." "Oh!" "What?" "Oh, this is crazy!" "This guy fuckin' killing the shit." "Yo!" "Time." "It's over." "It's over." "Give it up one time for Maestro, y'all." "No doubt." "No doubt." "Will it be the Technician advancing to the next level?" "Or, by round of applause, is it gonna be Maestro advancing to the next level?" "The people have spoken." "Technician, you are the weakest link." "Eh, man, get the fuck outta here, man!" "Give it up for your winner Maestro, advancing to the next level." "Technician's track was kinda hot." "It was decent." "Yo, Miss Director, what's popping?" "Yo, when you gonna be ready to do that exclusive interview with your boy?" "I gotta see what you're working with tonight first." "Why don't you look around, Ma?" "Tonight's already over, baby." "It's a wrap." "I gotta admit, your swagger..." "it's amusing." "Yeah, I know you gotta love it." "Yeah, you really do." "I know you ain't about to interview this 10-time straight loser." " Maybe." " I see your motherfuckin' punk ass back for another beatdown." "I see you brought back all your family, friends, and church members to help your ass out." "Nigga is that your pastor over there?" "I don't need them to take you down." "If you say so." "Am I sensing a little hostility here?" "A friendly rivalry in the making?" "Rivalry?" "Don't you gotta at least win one to make this a rivalry?" "Why don't you tell her how many times you've beaten me, huh?" "Go ahead." "Zero." "It ain't never gonna happen." "I'm-a leave y'all two alone." "I hate to spoil all this amusement." "We got two more competitors up here about to give it to you and give it to you good." "In this corner we got Beat Priest." "Make some noise for him, y'all." "A'ight." "And in this corner we got Rippa." "Make some noise for him." "Beat Priest, you must go first in round one." "Load up your CD." "Select your track, man." "Drop it." "What?" "Oh!" "Oh Lord!" "Beat Priest is starting a holy war up in here tonight, y'all." "No doubt." "Five seconds." "Time." "Stop the track." "Stop the track." "Give it up for Beat Priest, y'all." " Give it up for him." "A'ight." " Boo!" "Up next is Rippa, y'all." "Load up your CD." "Select your track, producer." " Rip!" " Yeah, Rip." "Producer, are you ready for blast-off?" " Five..." " Four!" "...three, two, one." "Drop it." "Right?" "Come on, yeah." "Put your hands up!" "Come on." "Five seconds." "Come on, he ground him, man." "He ground him." "Time." "Stop the track." "Make some noise one time for Rippa, y'all." "By round of applause will it be Beat Priest advancing to the next level?" "Okay." "Or, by round of applause, will it be Rippa advancing to the next level?" "Well, I'll be damned." "The people have spoken." "Give it up for your winner..." "Beat Priest, y'all." "What?" "Come on, man!" "Dawg, you heard that." "That's me!" "Eh, man." "Y'all heads ready for some real beats?" "This some bullshit." "Yo, Rippa, what the hell is your problem, man?" " What?" " You heard me, bitch!" " Man, say something about..." " Whoa whoa whoa." "You better put a leash on your boy before I break my foot off in his ass." " Man, move." " Rip!" "Do something then." "You got your little teddy bear holding you back." " Do something." " Come on." "You got a chain on your neck?" "Come on, do something." "Be a man." "Yo, why y'all still standing here?" "Oh, now you gonna walk away like a little punk." "Punk-ass." "Eh, where do you think you're going, huh?" "I'm out, man." "What you want?" "Hey, I told Monique that she could put you on tape tonight for her documentary." "What you do that for?" "You know that ain't me." "Eh, this is a great opportunity." "We talked about this, remember?" "What you wanna film me for?" "I just lost to a dusted-ass kid who lives at home with his moms, whose beats is fuckin' lame." "Look, this has nothing to do with him, okay?" "This is about you." "Now just listen to what she has to say." "Look, your music..." "it... it seems to have a lot of pain and passion behind it." "I'm..." "I'm just intrigued by where that comes from." "So what do you say?" "No!" "I'm not giving you shit!" " Move, man." " Rip, come on, man." "See?" "I told you it was over before it even started." " You did call it." " I know." " So when you wanna do this?" " Say whenever." "I'm sorry, but if you don't have the past due amount by Friday, your financial assistance will be cut off." "How am I supposed to come up with that kind of money by Friday?" " I'm not sure." " This is crazy." " I'm sorry." " Yeah, sure you are." "Excuse me?" "What am I supposed to do, go rob somebody?" "I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Jackson." "Eh, Rip, hold up." "Yeah, I don't have time for you, man." " Eh, I need to talk to you." " Why is that?" "Because I'm your manager and your best friend and it's kind of my business to know your business." " Oh, it is?" " So what the hell's going on?" "Okay, fine." "They're gonna kick my ass out of school unless I come up with their money." "So, manager, how do I manage that?" "How much money do you owe 'em?" " Fuckin' $2,000." " Are you kidding?" "How the hell do you owe them $2,000?" "Before my financial aid kicked in" "I had to take out a loan to get started and I haven't been able to pay it back." " That's messed up." " Yeah, it is messed up." "You know, you got a serious grasp on the obvious and it's gonna come in handy for you one day." "Don't be a jerk." "As for my sorry ass..." "I don't know, man." "I made that promise to my pops and... it's like I can't seem to catch a fucking break, man." "Eh, we'll get it worked out, okay?" "We'll figure something out." "Don't worry about it." "All right, man, but I gotta have it by Friday." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "I gotta have it Friday." "All right, we'll figure it out." "So what the hell was going on with you and Maestro at the club last night?" "You know those wannabes think they the shit because they stack the deck at the club." "Yeah well, you gotta let that unprofessional bullshit go and concentrate on making music so we can actually make some money." "I can't let it go, Jay." "That shit they pushin' ain't right and you know it." "Yeah, I know, just like the shit you did to me ain't right with Monique." "I tried to set you up with that interview and you just slapped me in the face." "Come on, man." "What's the situation with you and Monique?" "Are you trying to smash that or something?" "Look, I'm your manager." " Yeah." " I think you're the best beatmaker." " I've ever heard." " But?" "But if I'm the only one that ever hears you, what the hell good is it going to do either one of us?" "That's why I want you to do the documentary... because of exposure." "She ain't no real director." "She's in film school, man." "It ain't like nobody gonna see that mess but her professor." "Look, stop acting like it's such a pain in the ass and an inconvenience for you." "Besides, maybe I am trying to hit it," " so stop cockblocking me, you jerk." " Thank you, man." " That's all you had to say." " What?" "That's all you had to say, babe." "So what's so funny, gentlemen?" "Hey." "We were just talking about that little gem of a beat he threw down at the club last night." " Pretty priceless, huh?" " I didn't think you knew how to smile." "Nah, I just keep it on the low, you know." " Image is everything." " I really liked your track." "Well, he's got a million of them." "That's just the tip of the iceberg." "I bet you say that to everybody you recruit for your little movie." "Trust me, I'd let you know if you sucked and you wasn't worthy to be in my "little movie."" "So there is still a chance for us to work on the documentary with you?" "Jay, that ain't me, man." "Rip, it's a great opportunity for us." "Why don't you want to be in my hip-hop movie?" "Oh, it's a hip-hop movie now?" "What do you even know about hip hop?" "You don't know anything about me." " Do you know who Marley Marl is?" " Oh Lord." "Rick Rubin?" "Hitman Howie Tee?" " Any of this ringing a bell?" " I refuse to answer that." "Exactly." "Just like I thought." " Jay, I gotta bounce, man." " Where are you going?" "Gotta go to purgatory and deal with my hell of a boss." "All right, well, don't forget about tonight." " What about it?" " Reign of Terror's anniversary show." " We have to be there." " I'll see what I can do, man." "Rip." "Call me." "Is he always that charming?" "He's going through some tough shit right now." "I'm sorry." "You don't have to take up for your boy." "Actually I do." "I'm all he has." "Look, we really wanna work on the film with you, okay?" "Well, I may not like him, but I do like his music." "Well, if you like his music, come by the lab, see him mix some stuff fresh." "He's like a mad scientist." "He's like Frankenstein." " Ooh." " Just crazy mad beats." "You've never seen anything like it, I promise." "All right, well, maybe I'll check it out, see the creative process." "Well, let me know when you can do it... we'll make it a date." " All right." " What are you doing tonight?" "You can come with us to this Reign of Terror show that we're gonna go to." "It's gonna be fantastic." "No strings attached." "All right." "Sounds cool." "Jackson, what have you been doing back here?" "Look, man, I'm trying to finish the dishes." "What about these dishes right here?" "Look, man, I just did that whole stack of dishes over there." " I'm trying to finish this." " Jackson, we're slammed today." "Do I need to get somebody else to do this job?" "Get back here." "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm quitting..." "before I hurt somebody." "Where the hell have you been?" " I've been waiting an hour for you." " Relax, man." "Been at the lab trying to come up with something." "I walked off my job today." "Now what the hell did you do that for?" "I'm tired of taking shit from everybody on the planet like that's what I'm here for." " Man, come on." " You're tired of taking shit?" "How the hell are you gonna pay off your student loans without a job?" "Look, man, I ain't nobody's bitch." "I ain't fittin' to be nobody's bitch." " That job can kiss my ass." " Fine, whatever." "We'll take care of that later." "Look, I need to talk to you about some other business, all right?" "It got something to do with that back-stabbing scrub right there?" " Actually it does." " What is he doing here, man?" "Look, it's just business, okay?" "He's where he wants to be, okay?" "And if we play our cards right, we can be in that place." "Jay, how you gonna front on me, man?" "What's up?" "Rip, I'm not fronting on you, okay?" "Whatever that shit is in the past, you just gotta let it go for now." "Oh, so that shit don't matter now?" " That's what you're trying to tell me?" " No, it does matter." "We just have to suck it up for now." "He's got the keys to the kingdom." "He's gonna hook us up." " Oh, he gonna hook us up?" " Yes, he's..." "Like he hooked us up last time by jacking my beats and jump-starting his own career?" "Yo, Rippa, what up, man?" "What's good?" "I ain't got nothing to say to you, man." "Yo, I see you still got that big-ass chip on your shoulder." "What?" "Nah, but what I do got is a big-ass hole in my pocket." " Rip, just chill." " Nah, man, I'm not chilling!" "Man, you chill." "I told you I was gonna punch this dude in his face" " for jacking my beats." " Man, you still ridin' that?" "Man, I'm trying to get us both in the game." "I'm trying to get us both paid." "What, I'm supposed to believe that shit?" "Heat wants to take you to the studio and introduce you to some people." "Get that camera out of my face!" "Heat wants to introduce you to Dirty Dollars." "That's the whole reason he came down here tonight." "Right, Heat?" "Hello, Jackson." "It's nice to see you." " Here you go, baby." " Thanks, babe." "I had no idea she was gonna be here, man." "The company is looking for some new hotness." "I told them I got cats who's blazin'." "Heat, do you think we can start the interview now?" "Yeah yeah, sure." " Jay?" " Yeah." "Would you mind setting me up by that spot over there for me?" "Right." "Just calm down, okay?" " I'll be there in a minute." " Heat, let's go over here and talk about shooting an interview for Monique's documentary." "I didn't peg you as somebody who'd be at a loss for words." "She must be your ex." "Nah, man." "Just some chick I used to talk to." "Yeah, right." "I know chicks you can talk to and that's not a chick you can just talk to." "That's not really your business though." "Yo, what's going on, man?" " What's good, Dainja?" " Yo, thanks for coming out, man." "Man, it ain't nothing." "I wouldn't have missed this." "I got your last mix tape too, man." "It's crazy." " Oh, word." "You feeling it?" " Yeah, I love it, man." " You went in." " Okay, cool." "Hey, you know, this is the dopest unknown producer around." "That's what I keep hearing." "And I'm finding out why nobody's heard of him." "Ooh." "Come on, man." "I know you're gonna be in that Iron Chef Beat Battle, right?" "Jay working on it." "You know what I'm saying?" "So we'll see." "Hey, man, you better see your ass into it, all right?" " All right, man." " Cool." "Peace, man." "All right." "Well, I've gotta see my ass to an interview with a music producer." "I see hanging out with scum is not beneath you." "I kicked it with you, didn't I?" "What you doing with this lame-ass dude?" "He at least has time to spend with me and not just his music." "You know you're stabbing me in the heart right now." "I'm starting to think you doing this shit on purpose." "You got it all in my face like that." "What was that?" "Me and Heat have a real business- friendly relationship." "He's opening a lot of doors for me." "What kind of doors he opening up for you?" "What you gonna be, the next Superhead?" "You know, I didn't know this at the time, but when I was with you" "I was slumming' it." "Well, get your money." "Man, you can't even compare MCs from back in the day to now." " Why not?" " Come on." "Please, a moratorium on hip-hop chatter." "You're just mad 'cause you don't know jack." "Yeah, that's why." "No, I prefer to talk about business." "So can we play musical Trivial Pursuit some other time?" "All right." "Now are you gonna go to this meeting I set up or not?" "Man, I got a bad feeling about this." "I just don't trust Heat, man, at all." "Exactly what did he do to you?" "Rip and Heat used to be real tight." "They used to make beats together for any rapper that had any kind of flow to them whatsoever." " Wait, let me film this." " It is not all that serious." "Says who?" "I can see serious." "I can feel serious." "What I saw tonight between y'all was serious." " It wasn't serious." " Why, because you didn't hit anybody?" "I was close." "Anyway, um, Heat... he takes some beats that we made and Heat took them and submitted them to a contest they were having for this new rapper that had just been signed by the label." "You've heard of Dirty Dollars?" "Yeah, he just came out." "I kind of like him." "Yeah well, Heat took those tracks, sold them to them and cut me out of the whole deal." " Oh, that's messed up." " Yeah, tell me about it." " I'm the one that found the samples." " Mm." "Heat said they were just interested in dealing with him at the time." " So..." " Man, yeah, right." "This dude disappeared for a while and we didn't hear from him until we heard him and the tracks on the radio." "Damn." "Yeah, he said he signed a waiver with the label where he couldn't talk about it." "He was worried about their lawyers, you know, and blowing the whole deal." "He didn't return any phone calls." "He said he was busy working on Dirty's album." " Sounds like just an excuse to me." " Exactly." "That's what I keep trying to tell him." " Changing the subject." " Thank you very much." "So what's up with this Iron Chef Beat Battle competition?" "Oh, man." "Yeah, I felt like an idiot talking to Dainja." "No, it's gonna be hot, man." "The winner, he gets to go represent the South in the nationals." "Each regional winner, they win $10,000." "They get new equipment." "They get an internship at a studio in their region." "And to top that all off, we get to go to Japan to fight for the whole nine yards." "Man, that is dope." "Just tell me what I gotta do." "All you gotta do is be ready and bring it." "This could totally take us to the next level." "And on top of all that, you're gonna get a listening session with two major labels." " For real?" " For real." "We got it made if we can win this thing." "I'm down for this." "I would love to film you guys getting prepared for this competition." "What you looking at me for?" "It could really raise the stakes in my documentary if I follow somebody's journey towards something." "Look at "Spellbound" and "Hands on a Hard Body."" "Man, that sound like some "Sesame Street" shit." "No, but the second one does sound like a porno movie." "Yeah." "They both happen to be excellent documentaries." "Yeah, if you say so." "Hey, it'll be great free publicity." "I don't know." "We'll see." " I don't know." " I'll take that for now." "It's not a no." "Works for me." "Jay, you looking like it's past your bedtime." "Poor baby." "Yeah, man, you do look like you're about to fall off that seat." "Yeah." "I'm tired as hell and I gotta work in the morning, so... you want me to walk you to your car?" "No, I'm a night owl, so I'm good." "Same here." "Plus I'm newly unemployed." "All right, well, I am outta here." "Always a pleasure." "I'll be talking to you soon." "Mwah!" " Take it easy." " Take care." "Now where were we?" "Well, you was trying to act like you knew something about T La Rock, so basically you was trippin'." "T La Rock, "Back To Burn."" "Man, that's so easy." "Anybody could get that." "What you know about Mantronix?" ""Fresh is the Word."" "Mantronik was the producer." "Tee was the MC." " Lucky guess." " Luck has nothing to do with it." "And like the teacher KRS-One says," ""Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everybody."" "So what's your deal?" "I wanna bring true hip hop to film." "I wanna be part of its history." " I feel that." " I mean think about it." "What if the MC battle between Kool Moe Dee and LL was documented in its entirety, showing how they fought on wax instead of in the streets?" "We might not have had that whole East Coast/West Coast fiasco." "I feel you on that." "And the whole world would know how Kool Moe Dee crushed Cool J." " You high, right?" " He smashed on him." " You buggin', right?" " Man, come on." "Man." "So what you got on tap?" "Just gotta finish film school, then make my own way." "So when did you know that film was your thing?" "Seriously?" "This little movie called "Metropolitan."" "I never heard of it." "Yeah, not too many people know about it, even though the script was nominated for an Oscar." "It's a tight little movie... low budget, shot in folks' apartments for the most part, but it was so alive with language though." "Kind of got me to writing too." "But I was always into hip hop, so I kinda got into poetry and stuff." "Never really took film seriously until I saw "Slam."" "Yeah, that's that poetry flick with the chick from "The Wire," right?" "Yeah, but she's a poet first." "But it inspired me to take my interest in film a little bit more seriously." "So I started studying it and now I'm close to finishing school and just gotta dive into a real project... something I care about, you know?" "I hope I only make movies that I care about." "That's how I feel about my music." "I mean I just want to make some shit that says something, you know?" "Something that speaks to people in its own right and can stand on its own." "You know what I mean?" "Something real." "That's what's up." "Good morning." "Ripture Enterprises." "This is Jackson, CEO, speaking." "How may I help you?" "That's a fancy-ass title for a brother who's broke as hell." "What do you want?" "Why do I have to want something to call you?" "Because you always do." "Well, I need that money you promised me" " for Demarrio today." " Do you need it today?" "Uh, yeah, today." "When else did you think I needed it?" "I mean I'm just asking because I ran into a situation and my money is kinda low right now." "No, I need exactly what you promised me." "You can't do this to me and Demarrio." "Hold on, man!" "Have I ever not given you what I said I would?" "No." "I ain't no deadbeat dad." "I make sure my son is taken care of, right?" "Yeah." "So all I'm asking you is for an extension, just until I get my things together." "Look, I've already made plans and everything." "What's so important?" "I thought we decided last week that Demarrio had everything he needed." " Look, I've already made plans." " What plans?" "It's none of your business." "You made a promise." "I can't believe that you're about to do this to me again." "Every time I ask you for something so small, especially when it pertains to your son, there's always an excuse or an issue." "Fine." "I got you, okay?" "Later." "How do you feel about beat battles?" "Well, I mean, I feel like I should win every last one of them." "Which I did, if I might add." "I'm really looking forward to being crowned the king... the king of this year's Iron Chef Beat Battle." "Well, tell us about this competition." "How are you getting prepared for it?" "This competition..." "you know, this is war." "This is the best of the best." "You know what I am saying?" "The best producers come out with their best tracks." "This is like "Gladiator," man." "You know what I mean?" "You're battling to the finish." "So what kind of flavor do you have?" "My style's like Baskin-Robbins." "You know what I'm saying?" "I've got all 31 flavors, you dig?" "Better yet, I'm like..." "I'm like that big bag of Skittles." "You know, I got all your colors of the rainbow right here, sweetheart." " I set it up." " What?" "Well, I know you need some money, so I arranged for some cats to come over here and record at the studio." "Jay, you know how I feel about that, man." "I know, but beggars can't be choosers, right?" "I hate charging people for studio time." "Why?" "You've already got the gear." "Everybody in the world thinks they can rap, so you might as well make some money off it, right?" "I don't like non-professional people around my shit, man." "And it's hard getting the money from them after we finish." " You know this, man." " I know your concerns, but I set this up, okay?" "So just relax." "It'll be fine." " Jay." " Rip, it's done." " You know I need the money." " Yeah, I know you need the money." "All right, whatever." "Is that a thank you?" "All right, so let's talk about Heat." "Why you wanna bring him up, man?" "I know he's done some unscrupulous shit, but he is being billed as the next big thing." "Man, I've read the blogs." "He getting over as the Second Coming off of a sample that I found." "I know how you feel, but we're in no position to let that interfere with you getting in good with the label, okay?" "And why not?" "If I hadn't lost my data when my system crashed," "I would have put that fool on blast a long time ago." "We just need someone to crack the door open for us, even just a little bit." "And right now that someone is Heat." "But, Jay, why it gotta be him?" "I don't know." "Because Dr. Dre," "Pharrell and Timbaland won't answer my phone calls." "It's just hard for me to trust him." "It's already set up." "He clearly took my shit and didn't give me no credit, not even on the low, you know?" "Look, when you get to where you need to be, the world is gonna see who the real talent is, okay?" "And that fool will be like dust in the wind." "You really think we should mess with Heat?" "I think this is an opportunity we can't just let pass us by, Rip." "Besides, I already set it up, man." "How many times I gotta tell you that?" "All right, man, look, if you say it's cool... if you say it's cool," "I'm down." "It's cool." " And I've already set it up." " You've already set it up." "Yeah, man, I heard you the first 18 times you said it." " Are you mad?" " I'm furious." "Get over it." "What's wrong with you?" "Don't run up on me like that." "Sit down." "You're not about to do nothing." "So you got my money?" "Damn, I don't get no "Hello." "How you doing?" "Jackson, how's your day?"" " Nothing?" " Hello." "You got my money?" "Where's the little man at?" "I don't have time for this right now." " I got someplace I gotta be." " Why don't you... why don't you have time to at least let me see my son?" "You can see your son whenever you'd like." "This is not one of those times." "Can you hurry up?" "I gotta go back to work." "How about next week?" "Yeah sure." "Maybe little D could come have dinner with me." "Like I said, I gotta go." " Make sure you got one headphone on." " Okay." "You know what I'm saying?" "So that you can hear yourself." "Okay." "Should sound better." " Yeah, I hope so." " Okay." " You got it?" " Yeah, I think so." "Yeah." "All right." "Hey, you know what we should do, man?" "I'm thinking like old school Eric B, Rakim... like, something..." "something real nice." "Yeah, I got that." "I got that." "Nah, let's not do that." "I got it up, man." "It's right here." "I'm thinking we need to make a dance song." "You want some dance music?" "All right." "Let me look at my pad for a minute." "Salsa." "Merengue." "That's us right there." "That's what we need to be doing." "Look, man, I don't have time for this." "Either you want hip hop, some real shit, or you want dance music?" "You want salsa?" "Hey, man." "That was hot, wasn't it, man?" "No." "Oh, man!" " You like what you see?" " Very much so." "Do you even know what you're looking at?" "No more than you." "Man, you're like a kid that comes to the park with a new ball and can't play worth a lick." " Put your money where your mouth is." " Bet." "What year did Eric B and Rakim's first album drop?" "'86." "Public Enemy's first joint?" ""Yo!" "Bum Rush the Show."" "Who was the DJ credited for transforming?" "Rip, this is Hip Hop 101." "Come on, give me a challenge." "Yo, no, that's cool." "That's cool." "Just answer the question." "Jazzy Jeff or Grandmaster Flash." "Grandmaster Caz?" "Well, what do you want to know?" "How he was never publicly credited for writing the rhymes to "Rapper's Delight"?" "Hey, what that is, shawty?" "That's a record." "It's that old-school shit." "Man, you ain't got no MPC 2000 up in here?" "Yeah, I got one, but it's broken right now." "Oh, okay." "Microphone and all." "Y'all got y'all lyrics ready?" "What's up?" "Oh, nah." "We like to write in the moment." "You feel me, homie?" " Yeah, fire that weed up!" " Oh yeah." "Nah, man." "Hey, there ain't no smoking in here, bro." "How you expect us to do what we do if we can't smoke till we choke?" "There's no smoking in this room." "Hey, look, real talk 'cause that ain't what your man told us, bro." "Yeah well, he don't run this up in here." "I do." "Hey, why you gettin' all defensive and shit?" "All we trying to do is smoke a little weed, bro." "Look, man, it's bad for my equipment and my neighbors will report me to the leasing office." "Man, are you on your period like some little bitch?" "Weed never hurt nobody." "You dumb motherfuckers can get the fuck out my studio." "Leave!" "What the fuck y'all waiting on, man?" "Bad customer service, shawty." "Come on, man, out." "We need to talk." "I hope this is not what I think it's about." "Look, you can't just keep turning your nose up to paying clients." "You can't keep sending me thugs who disrespect my studio." "Those thugs are making sure your ass isn't homeless." "I'm sure all this equipment would look great in a fucking cardboard box." "All they want is that same garbage you hear on the radio all day." "Then make it for them." "If you gotta make garbage, just make sure it's hot garbage." "I refuse to dumb down my sound for anybody." "Look, to be where you wanna be sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do." "Besides, you could use some versatility to your styles." "I really don't have patience for all that simplistic nonsense." "Look, you asked me to help you when it was slow, right?" " Yeah." " I'm helping you." "You just need to make sure that you're professional enough to get your ass paid." "Whatever you say, man." "Let me call you right back." " Can I help you?" " Yeah, we're here to meet Heat." " Do you have an appointment?" " Yeah, we got one." "For 5:00, which is right about now." "I'm sorry, but I don't see anything listed." "Well, just page Heat." "He can come up here and clear that up for you." " I'm afraid Heat isn't here right now." " That's fine." "We'll wait." "I'm afraid you'll be waiting for a very long time." " And why is that?" " Yeah, what's up?" "Heat's out of town for a while, until the producers' conference." " What?" " That can't be possible." "See, he set this up a couple of days ago for us to come down here today." "Heat left a couple of days ago." "See?" "I told you your boy was a fucking loser." "Nadine, what seems to be the problem up here?" "These gentlemen seem to think they have an appointment today with Heat." "Well, Heat's not here." " No shit, Sherlock." " So what else?" "Artists... temperamental." "Hey, I'm Jay." "How are you?" "Heat arranged it for us to come down here today to meet with him and some folks from the record label." "Yeah, he claimed he can get the powers- that-be to listen to our tracks." "Look, guys, I don't know what Heat told you, but we don't accept unsolicited demo tapes." " Ain't this a bitch?" " Look, no disrespect, sir, but we're college friends of Heat's and he did set this up himself." "Well, I represent the record label that pays Heat, and this is the first time I've heard about this." "And on top of that, Heat knew he was gonna be out of town on this date." " So I'm sorry." " I can't believe this is happening." "You know what?" "No, I can." "Why don't you take the demo, give it a listen to and give us a call?" "Nah, man, I'm not leaving shit here 'cause the same thing will happen just like it did last time." "Gentlemen, I already said I don't accept demo tapes." "So if there isn't anything else," "I have a lot of work to do." "So leave." "Are you sure you don't wanna give it a listen?" "Don't beg that prick, man!" "Jay, I told you your boy was no good." "This is just a misunderstanding." "Misunderstanding my ass, man!" "Your boy left us out to hang again." "Rip." "Man, I told you that bitch-ass nigga was gonna screw us over again." "I told you that." "You didn't wanna listen." "He burned us once already." "What made you think he wasn't gonna do it again, huh?" " He gave me his word." " His word?" "Man, his word don't mean shit!" "Look, I just gotta figure out how to fix this, okay?" "Calm down, man." "I told you, I don't want to deal with that scum." "Yeah, I know, you told me repeatedly." "Rip, I'm sorry." "What else do you want me to say, man?" " Let's just move on." " How can we?" "Man, I'm more pissed at you than I am at Heat." "Fuck that." "All I'm trying to do is bring us to the next level." "Don't blame me for putting forth the effort." "This business is bigger than you, man." "What is that supposed to mean, huh?" "I bust my ass trying to make things happen for us, particularly for you." "Everything you do backfires." "You really are an ungrateful piece of shit, aren't you?" "All you do is talk shit." "Jay talking shit." "That's all you do, man." "None of that ever comes through." "You don't appreciate a goddamn thing anybody ever tries to do for you," " do you, you selfish prick?" " Fuck you, man." "Fuck me?" "Fuck you!" "Man, you talk a whole lot of shit, Jay." " You need a real reality check, bro." " But I don't need this." "You think I do?" "You're like a problem that just won't go away." "You know what?" "I can fix that." "What the fuck, man?" "What the fuck, man?" "Yo, man, what the fuck?" "Shit!" "Damn." "Those motherfuckers stole my shit, man." "Come on." "I mean come on, man." "I ain't even got shit like that, man." "Yeah, I just got robbed." "What all did they take?" "They took all my music equipment, man, everything I use." " Everything?" " Well, I have nothing left." "You got renters' insurance?" " No, man." " How about serial numbers?" "I don't have serial numbers." "Any reason that someone would go after you?" "Any kind of motive per se?" "Lt'll be all right, buddy." "We'll be in touch if anything comes up." "How do you feel about hip hop?" "Well, sweetheart, I mean I am hip hop." "You know what I'm saying?" "When I go to bed at night, hip hop gotta take a break." "You dig what I'm saying?" "When I die, hip hop..." "it's a wrap." "It's over." " Is that right?" " Yeah, that's right." "While you're..." "while we're here talking, you need to get a real man in your life." "You need a real man that can hit that ass right." "There is only so much I can take and there's only so much I will take." "Look, sweetheart, are we doing my interview now?" "Look, I'm not interested, okay?" " So why you come over here?" " Yo, get your hands off of me before I take it out of its socket and beat you with it." "Move, Maestro!" "I'm not playing." " It's like that, right?" " It's like that." "Yo, Heat." "What's up, man?" "Yo, Jay, what up?" "I don't know." "Why don't you tell me?" "You don't answer my phone calls after you stand us up." "Eh, man, you gonna let this punk talk to you like a little bitch?" "For real, dawg." "You need to handle that, Heat, before that shit handle you." "Man, I been busy." "Busy, huh?" "That's bullshit and you know it." "You hung us out to dry again." "You gonna let this pussy talk to you like that?" "Look, I just completely forgot." " Let's set up another..." " Fuck that!" " You owe me and Rip an apology, man." " Take it easy." "Hey, Dirty, you know that hit single that Heat made just for you?" "He stole that from my boy Rip." "Eh, yo, man, let me stomp this fool." "Big Man, do just that." "Take this lovers' quarrel outside." "This is a place of business, dawg." " Yeah, my pleasure." " Hold it, man." "Get off!" "Let go of me!" "This is between me and Heat!" "Let go of me!" "Damn you!" "Is that..." " Hey, I thought I recognized you." " Hey." " Mind if I sit down?" " No no." "Have a seat." "How's it going?" "School is kicking my ass, but other than that I'm doing wonderful." "Yeah?" "I guess we can't say the same for you." " What truck ran you over?" " Oh, a couple of wannabe thugs." " You all right?" " Yeah." "I've never been better." "It looks like someone took your lunch money." "Rip, I know you see me calling you." "You need to call me back." "I'm-a make sure you got the money for little man, a'ight?" "Bye." "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I still can't do anything until the full amount is paid." "Miss Whitmore, I'm trying." "I understand, but my hands are tied." "Okay." "If it isn't the super producer himself," "Jack da Rippa." "Long time no see or hear from." "Yeah, it has been." "So what have you been up to besides avoiding my calls?" "Trying to stack some bread to get back in school." "Hmm, I guess that's why I haven't seen you around." "Thought you were upset at me 'cause I put you in your place." "You wish." "So how's the beatmaking going?" "It's not." "I haven't really made anything ever since my stuff got jacked." " Say what?" " Yeah, they stole all my shit." "And what they didn't take they destroyed." " So I don't have anything." " Are you serious?" "That's one thing I don't play about..." "that's my equipment." " I'm so sorry to hear that." " Don't be." " You know, it is what it is." " Dang." "So what's going on with the film?" " How's that going?" " Mm, things are going." "It's a little slow, but steady, you know?" "You must be a perfectionist." "Is that what it is?" "I guess." "I mean I just haven't found that hook that I'm looking for yet, you know?" "I know the feeling." "I saw your boy Jay recently." "He looked like he got run over with a dump truck." " What happened?" " Somebody roughed him up a bit." " Did he say who?" " He didn't mention any names." "Why don't you just ask him?" "We haven't really spoken in a while." "So he doesn't know your stuff got jacked either?" "What happened?" "You two seemed real tight." "Things happen, you know?" "Not really." "That's kind of vague." "Well, I mean it was good running into you, but I gotta go." "I gotta get to my job, so..." "Yeah, all right." "Wait." "I know we don't know each other all that well, but I..." "I never thought of you as a quitter... a jerk maybe, but not a quitter." "Now why you gonna say that to me?" "What are you doing about the Iron Chef Beat Battle?" "You didn't hear what I just told you?" "All my stuff got stolen." "I don't have nothing." "So I guess that just does it, huh?" "You just let yourself off the hook?" "What you know about that, youngster?" "About what?" "About that precious piece of gold you got holding in your hand there." "I know a little." "Man, looks like you've got a lot on your mind there, son." "Yeah." "Well, you need to get it off your chest or it will eat at you." "The name's Simon "Blues Man" Smith, but you can call me Blu." " What's your name, young buck?" " Rippa." "Rippa." "You some kind of record collector?" "No, man." "What makes you think that?" "Only three kinds of people buy vinyl... record collectors, DJs or producers." "Most of the DJs are trying to find all the new stuff." "And well, you couldn't be a music producer because you don't have the eyes of a hunter." " Excuse me?" " You're not digging like you're lookin' for gold." "You don't seem to have that kind of instinct." "Man, what you know about crate digging?" "I know music better than you know your own ass, boy." "Now I was in the room when George Benson was recording the album "The Other Side of Abbey Road."" "Mm-hmm." "Go on, dig on." "So we're still good for the interview?" "Come on, Jay." "All right." "I'll see y'all then." "Now what you need to stop doing is listening to the first 10 seconds of the record." "You have to listen to the whole thing before you even think about sampling it." " Why is that?" " You need to capture the essence of what the artist was thinking of at that time." "I feel you." "Music isn't something that you just hear." "It's something that you have to feel." "You see... see, the best thing about music from back then is that musicians used to beg to be on a record." "It wasn't all about the money." "They just wanted to jam." "Okay, well, let me ask you this." "What do you think about sampling?" "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I love it." "It built hip hop and it's an art form on its own." "When it's done right, it's the highest form of respect to those artists who poured their hearts into these." " Mm." " Don't get me wrong." "You can't beat the sound of a true musician playing their own instrument." "Here, come with me." "Come with me, son." " Are you serious?" " Very." "But why are you giving me this?" "I'm not giving it to you just to give it to you." "I'm giving it to you so..." "so you can start fresh." "Got it?" "Now I want you to listen deeply to these records." "You'll find your way." " Thanks, Blu." " My pleasure, Rippa." "My pleasure." "Damn!" "Shit!" "What up, though?" "About time you answered." "You should be lucky I did." "What's going on?" "Well, first, I just..." "I want to apologize if I said too much last time we spoke." "I guess now I'm supposed to say, "It's all right." "It's cool." Right?" "Well, that would be the gentlemanly thing to do." "All right, well, it's all good, shawty!" "Nah, really, I should be thanking you though, 'cause you actually helped me out." "You're welcome." "So next I wanted to come over and see if I could talk to you about something important." "I don't know about that." " I gotta think about..." " Are you serious?" "Why can't we just talk right now while we're both on the phone?" "What's up?" "I just don't wanna do it over the phone." "All right, well, one more question before I see if you're worthy of stepping into my home." "Where did the Sugar Hill Gang get the bass line for "Rapper's Delight"?" "What group and what song?" "You gotta be kidding me." "The song is "Good Times" and the group is Chic." "I'll see you in a few, sucka." "You want me to do what?" "I need you to help me with the filming of my project." "Why you keep bothering me with this?" "I'm-a keep bothering you." "I won't stop." "God." "What you need me to do?" "I need you to hold the boom mike." " You need me to hold the boom mike?" " Yeah." "You can't find nobody else to do that?" "I wouldn't be asking if I could, now would I?" " I don't know." " Smartass." "I see you set your studio back up." "Why?" "I thought you were done producing." "Me too." "But every time I get out, it's like it just pulls me back in, you know?" " Can I listen to something?" " No." "You wouldn't wanna hear what I'm making now anyway." "You act like a little bitch sometimes, you know that?" "Did you just call me a little bitch?" "Yes, I did." "Now let me hear the track." "All right." "A few weeks ago I read a card that said." ""Fight the urge to be common."" "Mm-hmm." "So I stand before you in a fit of rage." "Screaming over this mike and beyond this page." "So you can hear me loud and clear." "Mm." "People are born originals, but most die copies." "And, baby, I ain't carbon-made." "Now I'm not sipping lemonade in the shade." "'Cause this kind of life takes work." "The kind that puts you in the dirt." "But I'm not dying a copy." "Somebody that's not me." "People standing over my grave asking "Who was she?" "Huh, really?"" "So I choose to live this day victoriously." "All I can say is that..." " I mean, don't know what to say." " What?" "Mo, I didn't know you was doing it like that." "Matter of fact, wow!" "Well, if you like that, then maybe you should check me out at open mike night on Tuesdays at Nikki's." "You know what?" "I might do that." " Okay." " But then I might not." "I'm not gonna beg you to come hear me, but I will bribe you for help on my project." "Bam!" "Um, excuse me." "So, Quasar, just finish telling us how you got started in the game." "Okay, um, Quasar, which is my name, represents the music and the music is otherworldly." "Not as big as a supernova, but definitely I'm not a small fry." " Hello hello, testing." " Um, psst psst." "But yeah, I like sounds." "And when I got my first Casio, I started pressing buttons." "Wait, hold on." "Someone is at the door." "Don't go anywhere." ""The Quasar Show" will be right back." "All right." "Okay?" "All right, we are ready." "Okay?" "All right." " What's up, Jay?" " Hey, Monique." " What you doing here, man?" " I should ask you that question." "After all, Quasar is the latest artist on my new label." " Yes, I am." " What, this guy?" "What is that supposed to mean, huh?" "I've seen ants with more personality and talent." " What?" " No offense, man." "Don't talk to my newest superstar in his own studio like that." " You understand me?" " You gotta be kidding me." " Hey, children, time out, time out." " He started it." "Yeah, like I always start it, right?" "Like I started it with Heat?" "Exactly, man." "You always starting shit." "And you're an ungrateful son of a bitch." "You don't appreciate anything" " anybody does for you!" " Hey, wait a minute." "Look, I brought you two here so you can squash this beef." "You did this on purpose?" " Yes." " Ooh." "You two have been good friends for too long for all this kindergarten shit." "And you both need each other to get to where you need to be." " Nah." " I don't need anything from him." "I got bigger and better clients now." "More like smaller and weaker." " Hey!" " That's enough!" " Does this mean the interview is over?" " Yes!" "Look, I'm tired of playing referee here." "The bottom line is Rippa needs your help and Jay needs your help." " You crazy." "I don't need this dude." " Like I need you." "Look, you both can overcome your recent setbacks if you just work together." "Explain." "The Iron Chef Beatmakers Battle is coming and I figure if you both do what you do best, you could really win." "So it's that simple, huh?" "You just got this whole thing figured out?" "Well, kinda sorta." "I thought that the entry deadline had already passed." "It has, hotshot." " My boy Quasar has got an audition too." " What?" "Oh, you need to snatch that away from him with the quickness." " Oh, come on, he's not that bad." " Jay, are you serious?" "Why are you trying so hard to make this happen?" "This is what I've been looking for." "This will be the perfect story." "And since I have to make a whole new film..." "Wait." "Why you got to make a new film?" "Someone jacked my book bag at school with most of my tapes inside." " What?" " Yeah, I have to start all over again." " You lost everything?" " Yeah." "But, you know, it's fine." "I mean, what I was working on before wasn't gelling the way I wanted it to anyway." "But with you two as my main subject, this could make my movie more appealing." "Tell me again... why me?" "Because out of all of the producers that I've talked to, you're not just in it for the money and fame." "That's not true though." "I need the money." "I gotta pay off these student loans." "True, but that's not all you're about." "You care about your craft as an art form, right?" "Yeah." "I'm still gonna use other beatmakers." "I just want one main subject to carry my documentary, and that's you." "But in order for all of this to happen, you two have to be on the same page." "So kiss, make up..." "whatever you need to do." "But do it now because we're running out of time." "My style has changed drastically." "You said that the last time I was over here and you played that futuristic crap." "Every rapper says that." "It's Hip Hop 101." ""Hey, Jay, my style has changed." "You never heard any tracks like this I'm laying down."" "I'm serious, man." "I finally found a sound I was destined to create." "I was taught how to tap into my soul force." "We get it." "Now can we just listen to it?" "Soul force?" "So how many times is it gonna take of me kicking your ass before you finally realize you're never gonna beat me at this game?" "Yeah right, man." "Seriously, that shit with Heat..." "I never intended for all that drama." "I'm really sorry." "Man, I should be apologizing to you." "You're always looking out for me and I was out of line." "So I'm sorry for what I said, man." "Let's just call it even and get back to business." "Let's do it." "I don't know about this." "Don't make me punch you in the mouth." "Damn, you need to stop listening to so much rap music." "Let's just start with something very simple." "What's your name?" "My name is Jackson Waye," "AKA Jack da Rippa, alias Rippa." "But when it's all said and done, all my victims remember me as RIP." "You know what I'm saying?" "Man, that's so lame." "No, I liked that." "So what's the story behind it?" "Well, I take the name from how I sample from source materials." "I rip what I want." "It also comes from the late 18th century London stalker." " Mm, interesting." " I'm a sample junkie." "You know, I'll rip from any kind of record or CD from jazz to soul, country, rock 'n' roll, polka..." "it don't even matter." "It's all crack to me." "I take from TV shows, movies, even lectures... anything to make a track sound one-of-a-kind, you know?" "So what's your style?" "Hip hop at its purest form, nothing less." " And what's the name of your studio?" " The Chop Shop." "Okay." "So how long have you been producing?" "Do you really want to know that?" "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." "Well, I started producing back in like, you know, maybe '99." "I'm sorry." "Just, like, two seconds." "No problem." "No problem." "Keisha, what up?" " I need some money." " How's my boy doing?" "He's doing fine." "He needs some money too." "Look, I'm not giving you a dime until I see my son." "I'm tired of playing by your rules." "I didn't call you to argue." "That's good 'cause I'm not gonna budge on this." " I wanna see my son." "Got it?" " Don't talk to me like that." "You'd better give me that money or I'll make them take it out your check." "That'll be fine with me." "At least I'll get a chance to see my son every once in a while." "Look, I gotta go, man." "I'm-a talk to you later." "Bye!" "Wow." "I'm sorry." "I apologize for that." " Don't mean to eavesdrop." " Yeah, you do." " I didn't know you had a child." " Yeah, I do." " I take care of him too." " Oh, wow." "So let me call the Nobel Academy and have them get your award ready." "You're supposed to do that." "Of course that's what I'm suppose to do." "My baby's mother keeps trying to bleed me dry." "I mean, that would be cool, but she should at least give me a chance to see him." "So you're working strictly on the honor system?" "I mean that's my flesh and blood." "That's my boy." "Nah, if you was on your job, you would make it legal so you wouldn't have to go through this mess." " What you mean?" " This what you do." "I want to introduce this next sister coming to the stage, one of my favorite artists." "She just lights up the stage when she comes up here." "Each and every time, each and every week she blesses us with her presence." "So without further ado, put your hands together, put your snaps up... whatever you wanna do... for our sister Monique." "Thank you." "How y'all doing?" "All right." "Let's see if y'all feel me on this one." "A few weeks ago I read a card that said." ""Fight the urge to be common"" "So I stand before you in a fit of rage." "Screaming over this mike and beyond this page." "So you can hear me loud and clear." "People are born originals, but most die copies." "And, baby, I ain't carbon-made." "Now I'm not sipping lemonade in the shade." "'Cause this kind of life takes work." "The kind that puts you in the dirt." "But I'm not dying a copy." "Somebody that's not me." "People standing over my grave asking "Who was she?" "Huh, really?"" "So this day I choose to live victoriously." "Armored down in the middle of street clones." "Fighting in a war zone so I can be free." "So I can be me, so I can live stat-free." "So have you handled all that baby mama drama business yet?" "I took your advice and I'm handling it." "Good." " You ready?" " Let's do this." "What would you say is the worst thing that's happened to you since being in the game?" " You know." " I know, but I want those that don't know to know." "I got robbed." " Here's my card." " Okay." "Just give me a call when you get done." " We'll go grab a bite." "You like sushi?" " I love sushi." "Give me a call whenever you get out of this" " and we'll grab a bite to eat." " Yeah." "Um, what did you say his name was again?" " Maybe I could, you know..." " Oh, Rippa." "I don't wanna get you in trouble or anything like that." " How do you spell it?" "Don't worry." " R-l-P-P-A." "What did you do to get us on the list?" "If you wanna have an intimate dinner with me," "I'll be more than happy to disclose those details." "I don't wanna know that bad." "You could be missing out on the chance of a lifetime." "Heads up." "Here comes the asshole squad." "Yeah, what up?" "I see the odd couple still together." "Oh yeah, and we're better than ever." "You know, I ain't seen you and your boy in a minute." "I collected a whole lot of hardware in your absence." "We took a little vacation, wanted to lull you boys into a false sense of security." "So when we wipe you up off that stage there, you'll know exactly where it came from." "Look, Jay, you know you ain't got nothing for me and your man here sure as hell ain't got nothing for me." "Look at him." "He's scared." "I'm not scared of you, man." "So why you got Jay doing all your talking?" "Jay just likes to hear himself speak." "Listen, I know you must've taken some anger management classes because this right here..." "this ain't the Rippa we know." "He's just trying to play head games with you." "You know, I did hear through the grapevine that you got all your equipment jacked." " I bet you did." " Mm-hmm." "As for you..." "I don't know why a fly-ass chick like you wanna be hanging around with these losers." "I'd rather hang around them than a bitch-ass nigga any day." "You know what, shawty?" "You ain't shit anyway, a'ight?" "Whatever, Maestro." "Godzilla?" "You're next." "Come on." "All right, Godzilla." "How you doing, man?" " Chillin', man." "What's good, fellas?" " Hopefully you are." "Go ahead and put your disk in the player." "See you at the Iron Chef Beat Battle." "Yeah, Friday Foster, that..." "that wasn't it, sweetie." " L..." "I'm sorry." "I apologize." " Yeah, whatever, man." " Good job, bro." " Come on, man, I know." "Cocky, man." "Cocky." " All right, Chelsea, who we got?" " We have Rippa." " Would you go get Rippa, please?" " Yeah." " I like her, man." " All right." " Thank you." " You're welcome." "What's up, Rippa?" "What's going on, man?" "How y'all doing?" "Put your CD in and press play." "Let's see what you got, man." "That's good, man." "That's good." "Cut it." " Good job, man." " Thank you." "See you at the Iron Chef Beat Battle, bro." "How would you describe the industry right now today?" "No originality, no creativity, everybody doing the same exact thing." "No skills required." "That's why ain't nobody buying no music." "The industry is in trouble 'cause everybody think they can do this at home." "It's that easy, right?" "Get a couple of sounds and a whack-ass beatmaker... you know what I'm saying... you good." "You on the radio really." "Yeah, it's pretty bad." "What's going on, ATL?" "How y'all feeling out here tonight?" "I'm your host for this evening's proceedings." "My name is Mighty Mouth..." "Mouth Almighty lyrics everlasting." "We'd like to welcome y'all to the Iron Chef Beatmakers Battle!" "I want you to go out there." "I want you to do one thing, all right?" "I want you to rip shit apart." "We got two producers in the square circle about to get it in for y'all real heavy tonight." "In this corner we got Wiz Kid." "Make some noise for him, y'all!" "And in this corner we got Maestro the King." "Make some noise for him, y'all!" "Wiz Kid, it's on you." "Time on the clock." "Let's go!" "Oh shit!" "Oh shit!" "Wiz Kid draws first blood." "Wiz Kid has drawn first blood right now." "Make some noise one more time for Wiz Kid, y'all." "Well, coming up next, we got Maestro the King." "Make some noise for him, y'all!" "Producer, are you ready?" "You cocky son of a bitch." "Drop that shit!" "Oh!" "Oh oh!" "Make some noise one more time." "Make some noise one more time for Maestro the King, y'all!" "Oh!" "So we'll see who's gonna advance to the next level." "Make some noise for your winner of that round..." "Maestro!" "We got two producers right here battling for that final spot in the Elite Eight." "In this corner we got Jack da Rippa." "Make some noise for him, y'all!" "A'ight?" "No doubt." "Introducing in this corner..." "we have Enigma." "Make some noise for him, y'all." "No doubt." "You ready to drop a little knowledge on 'em?" "Five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it!" "Make some noise one more time for Enigma, y'all." "A'ight?" "Eh yo, Rippa, you, uh... you know that's a tough act to follow." "I'm ready, man." "I got something especially for that." "All right." "Well, your time starts in five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it!" "That's what I'm talking about!" "Don't even worry about them dudes, man." "You smashed them earlier, you're gonna smash them again." "All right?" "Just stay focused." "A'ight." "For Jack da Rippa, y'all!" "Ladies and gentlemen, although both producers were good, only one producer shall remain and advance to the Elite Eight." "Who will it be?" "By round of applause, will it be Enigma?" "Or, by round of applause, will it be Jack da Rippa?" "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for your winner advancing" " to the Elite Eight..." " That's how you do it..." "like that." "Rippa ripped it, man." "...Jack da Rippa!" "All right, this is it." " Are you ready?" " Yeah." "We'll see what we can do." "Eh, you suck!" "Aw, man!" "Why are you all concerned?" "They're feeling his music." "They're actually feeling it." "Who cares?" "We are down to the Final Four." "That means from this point on somebody's leaving a winner and somebody's leaving crying." "We decided to do things just a little bit differently in the Final Four." " You know what I mean?" " Yeah, all right!" "With these two classic records right here these contestants will have to build a beat from scratch." "No doubt." "Here's your plate." "Here you go." "Your time starts on the clock to build a beat right now!" "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Godzilla, what you got for the people, baby?" "A'ight." "Make some noise one more time for Godzilla, y'all." "Word up." "All right." "Maestro the King, you up next." "You ready for blast-off?" "He got 'em." "Yeah, but that beat he made is garbage." " I can't believe this shit." " I can." "Make some noise one more time for Maestro the King, y'all!" "We got Jack da Rippa right here." "Make some noise for him, y'all!" "A'ight." "And representing the Symphony, make some noise for Lady O, y'all." "No doubt." "Here are your records." "Time starts right about... now!" "Time's up." "Time's up." "Back up!" "Back up!" "Back up!" "Back up!" "Back up!" "Back up!" "Back up!" "What the fuck?" "Back up." "Damn!" "Yo, y'all ready to hear some of this heat right here?" " Yeah!" " A'ight." "Lady O... five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it." "Come on, y'all." "That's what's up." "That's what's up." "Make some noise for Lady O, y'all." "Oh shit!" "That's what I'm talking about." "That's what I'm talking about, for real." " Rippa, it's all you." " I'm ready, man." " You sure you ready?" " I got this." "Five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it." "Put your hands down." "What are you doing?" "Eh, put your hands down." "Make some noise for Jack da Rippa, y'all." "No doubt." "No doubt." "Ladies and gentlemen, although both producers were good, only one producer shall remain and advance to the finals of the Iron Chef Beatmakers Battle." "By round of applause, will it be Lady O?" "A'ight, you feeling that?" "A'ight." "No doubt." "Or, by round of applause, will it be Jack da Rippa?" "Well, the people have spoken." "Ladies and gentlemen, advancing to the next level to the final level of competition..." "Hold up, Mighty Mouth." "Hold up." "What's up?" "We're gonna execute our judiciary powers here and overrule the crowd's reaction with a veto." " Are you serious?" " Me and T Storm here have decided to disqualify Lady O..." " Come on!" " Are you out of your mind?" "...on the grounds that she didn't stop when she was supposed to." "Yo, and not to mention that Jack da Rippa's track was just hotter in our opinion." "Ladies and gentlemen, advancing to the finals... give it up one time..." "Jack da Rippa, y'all." "Go, Rippa!" " Man, appreciate it." " Thanks a lot." "Buy our CD." "There are plenty at the table right over there." "What's going on, y'all?" "We down here to the Final Two." "It's the finals of the Iron Chef Beat Battle." "Producers, to your work stations." "This battle ends tonight." "This battle is already over." "You just gotta deal with it." "In this corner, representing the Symphony," "I need y'all to make some noise and give it up for Maestro the King, y'all." "And in this corner..." "I need y'all to make some noise and give it up for Cinderfella himself, Jack da Rippa." "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of tonight's battle will go on and represent the South region in the nationals." "Producers, you must choose your record for your opponent." "Your time starts... now!" "Five, four, three, two, one." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Back up." "Maestro, are you ready for blast-off?" "Of course I'm ready." "This my house." "Drop it." "Give it up one time for Maestro the King, y'all." "Man, you coming to play hard today." "Rippa, it's on you." "One shot, one kill." " One shot, one kill, baby." " What you got?" "Five, four, three, two, one." "Drop it." "Yeah!" "Stop the track." "It's over!" "It's over!" "Oh oh!" "Give it up one time for Jack da Rippa, y'all!" "Yo yo, in order for me to make it official, we gotta go to the judges." "We gotta go to the judges." "Judges, what's going on, man?" "What's the business?" "Maestro did his thing, but I believe..." "No no no no." "Rippa killed it, dude." "He shut it down." "It's a wrap." "Forget it." "You know what I'm saying?" "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the winner of the South Regional Iron Chef Beat Battle... make some noise and give it up for Jack da Rippa!"