"Is this it? Is this what I got all those ass-whoopin's for? I had a dream once. It was a dream that all the little black boys and little black girls would drink from the river of prosperity, freed from the thirst of oppression. But low and behold, some four decades later, what have I found but a but a bunch of trifling, shiftless, good-for-nothing niggas. And I know some of you don't want to hear me say that word: it's the ugliest word in the English language. But that is what I see now: Niggas. And you don't want to be a nigga because niggas are living contradictions. Niggas are full of unfulfilled ambitions; Niggas wax and wane, niggas love to complain; Niggas love to hear themselves talk, but hate to explain. Niggas love being another man's judge and jury, niggas procrastinate till it's time to worry. Niggas love to be late, niggas hate to hurry....Black Radio is the worst thing i've seen in my life!...Elvis Presley, Aretha Franklin is not a genre of music!...Now I wanna talk about Soul Plane...I've seen what's around the corner, I've seen what's over the horizon, and I promise you, you niggas have nothing to celebrate."
