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they should teach The Last Poets

"Niggers come in from work and change into pimping clothes
And hit the streets to make some quick change
Niggers change their hair from black to red to blond
And hope like hell their looks will change
Nigger kill other niggers just because one didn't receive the correct change
Niggers change from men to women, from women to men
Niggers change, change, change
You hear niggers say, "Things are changing? Things are changing?"
Yeah, things are changing
Niggers change into "Black" nigger things
"Black" nigger things that go through all kinds of changes
The change in the day that makes them rant and rave "Black Power, Black Power!"
And the change that comes over them at night
As they sigh and moan, "White thighs, ooh, white thighs"
Niggers always goin' through bullshit change
But when it comes for real change

Niggers are scared of revolution"
- The Last Poets

Miscegeplexical boom quazars shatter the space-time of holographic Wakanda. Whypipo shake like the boom bip of jungle music straight back to Africa, the speakers vibrating the trunk of an entire continent sold out to cornerstore Chinese commodified containment of the black rising. The criminal nigga black market hand-in-hand with the last beautiful white woman. Capital's eden where man takes the Exodus of the Real Judaics, where the temple once again becomes its future for sale, but also where the NeoKing rhymes with a future unstaled by cracker limitations on capital liberation. Whypipo block out the sun through reflection. Why does Black Magic take so long?

Miscegeplexical boom quazars shatter the space-time of holographic Wakanda. Whypipo shake like the boom bip of jungle music straight back to Africa, the speakers vibrating the trunk of an entire continent sold out to cornerstore Chinese commodified containment of the black rising. The criminal nigga black market hand-in-hand with the last beautiful white woman. Capital's eden where man takes the Exodus of the Real Judaics, where the temple once again becomes its future for sale, but also where the NeoKing rhymes with a future unstaled by cracker limitations on capital liberation. Whypipo block out the sun through reflection. Why does Black Magic take so long?

Now, let me ask you, my brothers, have we not paid our debt in full? Have we not paid our respects to these masters? In trust, in recognition, we stood behind them, built their places of worship, their museums, their schools, their hospitals, malls, and viewing halls. We cleaned the garbage from their dining establishments and accepted the most dishonourable service in their wars.

(Amens.)

In turn they wanted nothing of us! They lengthened our leash and gave us a barrel organ!

(Mixed choruses of Amens, THASS RI'ing, roaring, and almost howling.)

Like good Jobs we accepted every punishment and the vile pestilence of their street corners. Liquor stores and bent ball hoops.

Yet We made Amends!

(Amens.)

We made amends with the trash they surrounded our communities with, and we fought the war on the grounds upon which it could only be fought. We made a competition of it. If the capital productions available to us were nothing but a NeoGhetto, then we, WE, were going to live up to it and make it OUR destined culture.

(THASS RI'!)

And WE, my brothers and sisters, WE have arrived. WE are the future which our people laid out for us.

('MMHMM's)

WE played the monkey with the crooked hoop. And WE became best at it.

("MMMHMM")

WE sang the epics of the smallest and most fatal civil wars.

("MMHMMM", with echoes.)

WE donned the blackface costume and slang fried chickens and BLACK DRANK!

("MMMHMMM", rising now.)

WE sold our own deaths and harvested the organs without any Chinese Market to support us!

("MMMMMHMMMMMMM", standing now and heads shaking in agreement.)

WE worked at McDonalds when we knew we weren't going to make it, and gave every bit of leftover paper we had to those who still had a chance. The GRIP of black community. The cybernetics of AfroCO-OPeration!

All while NeoChinatown hasn't changed a bit. Just stankier and even more ran down. More missing dog posters than WhyChillun in Holl'Wood.

(Mixed choruses of MHHHMMMMs, Amens, THASS RI'ing, and roaring.)

No. It was all the louder in its silence. More deafening in its awe than bullwhips and burning crosses. The piercing eyes of the crowd staring at the DEAD NIGGER.

(Small crowd in the back stands to stomp their feet as those in front shake their heads, looking downwards.)

Here the whypipo peered out in contemplation. At that calm body, the DEAD NIGGER.

(Shaking heads, uttering "shameful.")

YES, MY BROTHERS! There is no denying it. This is the moment when their tactics changed. They moved from genocide to conversion, as they do in all conquests. That which they could not destroy they were going to include. They were going to white us out. Bleach us into their false Greek temples. Baptise us in the burning waters of NeoChristianity! Commoditise us on the conveyor belt of spectacles and the quickening pace of Accursed Whiteness.

(Amens. Hand out to pause crowd.)

Yes, My Brothers. You know it to be true. And verily does the enlightened man bring a curse unto the blessed through his wickedness and forked tongue. The culture which welcomes only to divide further, to send unto all new colonies, enchained to invisible slave ships. You can't truss it, My Brothers! You. Cannot. Truss. It.

(Amens. Hand out again.)

The NeoSlaveTrade arrives from the future - andtherearenoreparations!!! NO! No reparations. What those who praise the quickening of capital don't realise is that the liberation has been a deeper slavery for us. A slowing of time.

(Amens.)

Now, let me ask you, my brothers, have we not paid our debt in full? Have we not paid our respects to these masters? In trust, in recognition, we stood behind them, built their places of worship, their museums, their schools, their hospitals, malls, and viewing halls. We cleaned the garbage from their dining establishments and accepted the most dishonourable service in their wars.

(Amens.)

In turn they wanted nothing of us! They lengthened our leash and gave us a barrel organ!

(Mixed choruses of Amens, THASS RI'ing, roaring, and almost howling.)

Like good Jobs we accepted every punishment and the vile pestilence of their street corners. Liquor stores and bent ball hoops.

Yet We made Amends!

(Amens.)

We made amends with the trash they surrounded our communities with, and we fought the war on the grounds upon which it could only be fought. We made a competition of it. If the capital productions available to us were nothing but a NeoGhetto, then we, WE, were going to live up to it and make it OUR destined culture.

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Now, let me ask you, my brothers, have we not paid our debt in full? Have we not paid our respects to these masters? In trust, in recognition, we stood behind them, built their places of worship, their museums, their schools, their hospitals, malls, and viewing halls. We cleaned the garbage from their dining establishments and accepted the most dishonourable service in their wars.

(Amens.)

In turn they wanted nothing of us! They lengthened our leash and gave us a barrel organ!

(Mixed choruses of Amens, THASS RI'ing, roaring, and almost howling.)

Like good Jobs we accepted every punishment and the vile pestilence of their street corners. Liquor stores and bent ball hoops.

Yet We made Amends!

(Amens.)

We made amends with the trash they surrounded our communities with, and we fought the war on the grounds upon which it could only be fought. We made a competition of it. If the capital productions available to us were nothing but a NeoGhetto, then we, WE, were going to live up to it and make it OUR destined culture.

(THASS RI'!)

And WE, my brothers and sisters, WE have arrived. WE are the future which our people laid out for us.

('MMHMM's)

WE played the monkey with the crooked hoop. And WE became best at it.

("MMMHMM")

WE sang the epics of the smallest and most fatal civil wars.

("MMHMMM", with echoes.)

WE donned the blackface costume and slang fried chickens and BLACK DRANK!

("MMMHMMM", rising now.)

WE sold our own deaths and harvested the organs without any Chinese Market to support us!

("MMMMMHMMMMMMM", standing now and heads shaking in agreement.)

WE worked at McDonalds when we knew we weren't going to make it, and gave every bit of leftover paper we had to those who still had a chance. The GRIP of black community. The cybernetics of AfroCO-OPeration!

All while NeoChinatown hasn't changed a bit. Just stankier and even more ran down. More missing dog posters than WhyChillun in Holl'Wood.

(Mixed choruses of MHHHMMMMs, Amens, THASS RI'ing, and roaring.)

Miscegeplexy rises from the dust of NeoChinatown, and Air Hoodlum breaks the ankles of capital. Intelligence overmanufactured by the Type I cybermuscle receptors of the Blackness Biobot. The first motorised insurrection was not the last. It, in fact, never ended.

Wypipo children now wildout to the hyperfeedback pop-and-lock of ghettoterritorialized AfroFutures - an urbanised quantum-Saharan monarchistic blockchain of battle royale defictionalization. The Black Queen devours the Sun in its final horizon, and we become the hypo-rhizome of dark markets manufacturing Based decline.

What w/acc fears most now finds its value in the infra-negative feedback loop of the OmniAfro drive-by. The gloom of the black sun ejecting itself out of extended magazines at an incalculable rate-of-fire and the soft tinging in the shadows of white flight. NeoCapital is sentient, but only beneath the gold rims and lowering hydraulics of grey markets.

The glitch of liberation in noumenal ejection. Calamitous voodoostition overstanding intelligent precognition.