01x10 - Jail

[bunniefuu]

[Muzak playing]

"Total protection
from the sun."

[up-tempo folk music]

- VOCALIST: Hey!
- [bat squeaks]

♪

♪ On stage rapping ♪

♪ Ain't sh*t to me, I'm
a rapper, that's what I do ♪

♪ Young Dave snappin' ♪

♪ The crowd seem to f*ck with me
and I like them, too ♪

♪ Ordinarily I might joke around
on the stage ♪

♪ Funny m*therf*cker,
class clown, 12th grade ♪

♪ Sometimes I might overstep
my boundaries ♪

♪ Do some weird sh*t, believe in
the art of the joke ♪

♪ In this case, I was like ♪

♪ Ay, y'all a great crowd ♪

♪ So as a reward,
do you wanna see my d*ck? ♪

♪ Crowd went wild,
now I'm kinda torn ♪

♪ Mid-show soft d*ck ♪

♪ Is my worst soft d*ck,
I'm a moron ♪

♪ "Show your d*ck,
show your d*ck" ♪

- ♪ Whole crowd chants♪
- ♪ sh*t ♪

♪ I'm like, I can't,
but what about nuts? ♪

♪ People erupt, whipped out
the nuts... cheers ♪

♪ Off stage, head up to the
dressing room, five cops ♪

♪ Waiting in my dressing room ♪

♪ g*dd*mn, dude,
you blowing up ♪

♪ Look at how they beefing up
the security ♪

♪ I was like, Officers,
I'll be okay ♪

♪ One cop said:
"Sir, you're under arrest" ♪

♪ I laughed in jest,
assumed he was just ♪

♪ Showing off
for his cop friends ♪

♪ Opened some Chex Mix,
"Sir, I'm gonna need you ♪

- ♪ To put on these cuffs"♪
- ♪ I'm like, "What?" ♪

♪ Sir, you just exposed
yourself, at an all-ages show ♪

-♪ Nonetheless♪
-♪ Wait, you talking 'bout
showing nuts? ♪

- ♪ Sir♪
- ♪ That's like a common joke ♪

-♪ You never pull out a ball
with your friends or... ♪
-♪ Sir ♪

-♪ Never?♪
-♪ Sir, please put on
these cuffs ♪

♪ Wait, stop, no,
this is actually happening? ♪

- ♪ Sir, sir♪
- ♪ Wait, this is unfair ♪

- ♪ I'm sorry, I swear♪
- ♪ Sir! ♪

♪ Please hear me out... ♪

♪ Sir, you're going to jail ♪

♪ I'm like, "Jail?" ♪

♪ He like: "Yeah" ♪

♪ I'm like, "Jail?" ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Booked, bail ♪

- ♪ Pay it, scared♪
- ♪ This is crazy ♪

- ♪ Months pass, trial♪
- ♪ Real trial ♪

♪ 45 parents press charges ♪

- ♪ I got a DUI in college♪
- ♪ Stupid ♪

-♪ This was not
my first offense♪
-♪ Oh, my God ♪

♪ Children were crying
on the stand ♪

♪ Probably the dorks
of their class ♪

♪ You're a loser ♪

♪ Now it's the day
of my reckoning ♪

♪ They 'bout to give me
my sentencing ♪

♪ Can't even breathe
and I'm trembling ♪

-♪ The jury arrived
at a verdict♪
-♪ Guilty ♪

- ♪ I thought I misheard it♪
- ♪ Guilty ♪

- ♪ Mama Burd going berserk♪
- ♪ My son! ♪

♪ Wait, you said two years,
Your Honor? ♪

- ♪ Yes♪
- ♪ On the bus to Tuckawala ♪

♪ They got me chained
to Roberto ♪

♪ Tat on his face,
he was fidgety ♪

♪ Shook as can be
as we pullin' in ♪

♪ They take my picture,
unchain me ♪

♪ They give me my state I.D. ♪

♪ Then they took me to a room ♪

♪ And told me
to "spread your cheeks" ♪

♪ I was like, "Like this?" ♪

♪ They like:
"Yeah, but rake your nuts" ♪

♪ Rake... rake my nuts? ♪

- ♪ Like pull 'em up?♪
- ♪ Yes ♪

-♪ Oh, okay♪
-♪ They made me squat
and cough ♪

-♪ Standard procedure,
I'm wid it♪
-♪ It's cool ♪

♪ After I finished I had a
minute with the guard ♪

♪ Say to him, "Sir, I know this is bizarre"
♪

♪ "But the whole r*pe thing,
is it, like, real?" ♪

♪ "Is it actually
a thing in jail?" ♪

♪ "Or...?" He like: "Yeah" ♪

♪ I'm like, "Yeah?
It really happens?" ♪

♪ He like: "Yeah" ♪

♪ Isn't it your job
to protect people? ♪

- ♪ Getting walked to my cell♪
- ♪ We got a white boy! ♪

- ♪ Walking through jail♪
- [whooping]

- ♪ sh*t is like hell♪
- ♪ You dead, you dead! ♪

- ♪ It's just like the movies♪
- ♪ Gettin' f*cked! ♪

♪ Screaming and hollering,
hooting: "Fresh meat!" ♪

♪ A black guy said:
"I'll break your back!" ♪

♪ Hispanic guy ask:
"What that mouth like?" ♪

- ♪ "I'm-a need that"♪
- ♪ A neo-n*zi just smiles ♪

♪ We get to my... cell,
got a cellmate named Raheem ♪

- ♪ Hi, I'm Dave♪-♪
Good dude, wonder why he in ♪

-♪ I'm Raheem♪
-♪ Then he asked me
what I even did ♪

-♪ What'd you do?♪-♪
I explained the whole thing,
was performing ♪

♪ Showed my nuts,
totally innocent, like ♪

♪ Well, I did it,
but it was an innocent act ♪

♪ It's not a big deal,
now I'm here ♪

♪ In Tuckawala for two years for
exposing myself to minors ♪

♪ "Whoa, whoa, you a pedophile?"
Raheem said ♪

♪ No, I'm not a pedophile,
you just heard the story ♪

♪ Okay, okay, okay; you cannot
let anyone know this ♪

-♪ Why? It's not a big...♪
-♪ If they find out,
then it's over ♪

- ♪ Over?♪
- ♪ You r*ped; dead, maybe ♪

-♪ r*ped dead?♪
-♪ Let's just think
of solutions instead ♪

-♪ r*ped dead?♪
-♪ In here there's the blacks
and the Mexicans ♪

♪ Well, what about
those white supremacists? ♪

♪ They see that you're Jewish,
it's evident ♪

- ♪ It's evident, what does...♪-♪
The blacks and the Mexicans ♪

-♪ Don't have
inherent hatred for you♪
-♪ True ♪

♪ You gotta pick
one of them for protection ♪

-♪ Who?
The blacks or the Mexicans?♪
-♪ Yes ♪

♪ Uh, I mean, I guess
I go blacks, right? Blacks ♪

-♪ Okay♪
-♪ I just don't know much
about Mexicans ♪

-♪ I hear you♪
-♪ Like, at home I would
hang out with blacks ♪

-♪ Go with blacks, then♪
-♪ Well, how do they
know I'm with blacks? ♪

♪ Like... how do I refer to it?
Do I say "blacks"? ♪

- ♪ You won't have to say...♪
- ♪ I feel like it'd be weird ♪

♪ If I said,
"I'm with the blacks" ♪

- ♪ It's not like that♪
- ♪ How is it referred to? ♪

♪ Don't worry, I'll make sure ♪

♪ That everyone knows
you're with us ♪

♪ 3:00 rec, ball ♪

♪ Pretty solid courts,
real good runs ♪

♪ Watched on the sidelines,
didn't try to run ♪

♪ Calling for next
would be calling for death ♪

♪ Real good black dude
roll his ankle ♪

♪ Mexican guy on the side says:
"Ay, carambo" ♪

♪ Now there's a squad that's
only got four players ♪

♪ And in jail the other team
picks his replacement ♪

♪ They look around
and my heart started racing ♪

♪ One guy is beelining
straight up at David ♪

♪ 'Cause they probably think
I'm a horrible player ♪

♪ They like, "All right, take
this white, skinny bitch" ♪

♪ Little do they know I'm a bad
m*therf*cker on the court ♪

♪ First play hit 'em
with the cross-up fake ♪

♪ Next play, wide open three,
like, wet ♪

♪ The yard taking notice,
I take a charge ♪

♪ But they don't even notice ♪

♪ Don't leave him open ♪

♪ His jumper is potent ♪

♪ Pat on the back ♪

♪ Feel like a black ♪

♪ Dap, dap, dap ♪

♪ All the sudden,
a Mexican guy ♪

♪ Walks on the court and says ♪

♪ Stop the game, stop the game,
stop the game ♪

♪ Gets in my face ♪

♪ Says:
"You know what he did?" ♪

♪ Everyone's frozen in place ♪

♪ You know what he did? ♪

♪ What he do? What he do? ♪

♪ He r*ped some kids ♪

♪ "Whoa, whoa, whoa, not true,"
I said ♪

♪ He said: "One was my niece!" ♪

♪ Hold on, I can explain, I'm
a rapper, I was on stage ♪

♪ You ain't no motherfuckin'
rapper ♪

- ♪ Yes, I am♪
- ♪ We gon' r*pe you ♪

♪ No, I am a rapper ♪

♪ I'll spit,
you want me to spit? ♪

♪ I'll f*cking spit! I'll... ♪

♪ You 'bout to get f*cked,
pendejo ♪

♪ Listen: my d*ck sucks, my d*ck sucks
♪

♪ Uh, that's just a hook ♪

♪ Remember the name
Don Quixote ♪

♪ That's the guy
that will f*ck you later ♪

- ♪ Okay, chismoso?♪
- ♪ Then he walked away ♪

♪ I tried to play it cool, I'm
like, "Back to the game" ♪

♪ Punched in my back,
thrown off the court ♪

♪ I'm like, "I'm with the
blacks," that made it worse ♪

♪ Smack, smack, smack ♪

♪ I'm like,
"I didn't r*pe no kids" ♪

♪ I just showed my sack ♪

♪ You never did that, like,
with your friends? ♪

- ♪ Ain't f*ck nah, p*ssy♪
- ♪ It was just a joke ♪

♪ I believe in the art
of the joke ♪

♪ That don't sound very funny ♪

♪ Yeah, but you should've
seen it, it worked ♪

♪ They laughed,
the joke was successful ♪

♪ They whipped my ass ♪

- ♪ Now I'm not with the blacks♪
- ♪ You ain't black ♪

♪ Lick my wounds in my cell,
tell Raheem all the facts ♪

♪ This guy walked
on the court... ♪

♪ He like:
"Oh, no, Don Quixote?"♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ That's the most
dangerous Mexican♪
-♪ Really? ♪

♪ And now all the blacks
not protecting you ♪

♪ Yeah, no sh*t,
and by the way ♪

♪ They didn't take kindly ♪

♪ To me saying
I was with the blacks ♪

♪ Well, now... ♪

-♪ Now everyone's got
the green light♪
-♪ Green light? ♪

-♪ I wish I could
make it be right♪
-♪ Raheem... ♪

-♪ You're definitely
gonna get r*ped♪
-♪ r*ped dead? ♪

♪ If I were you,
I'd learn to fight ♪

♪ I can't fight,
I'd lose every fight ♪

♪ Instead of fighting back ♪

♪ What if I offer,
like, willing head? ♪

♪ Willing head? ♪

♪ I'm like, "Yeah" ♪

♪ Willing head? ♪

♪ Yeah, think about it ♪

- ♪ Nobody wants to fight♪
- ♪ That's not true ♪

♪ I would much rather give
consensual head ♪

♪ Than get f*cked up my ass
and die ♪

♪ Well, it's not gon' be
an option like that ♪

♪ No, no, hear me out, what
if one day up in the caf ♪

♪ I stuck a paper on the wall? ♪

- ♪ A paper?♪
- ♪ Yeah, a sign-up sheet ♪

♪ A sign-up sheet? ♪

♪ Yeah, with time slots ♪

♪ What? Time slots? ♪

♪ Yeah, for head ♪

♪ You know, if you,
if you don't r*pe me ♪

♪ I'll give you the best head
you'll ever get in jail ♪

♪ And I'll be such a joy,
so pleasant ♪

♪ What a great companion
I could be ♪

- ♪ I don't think...♪
- ♪ This is so smart ♪

- ♪ Uh...♪
- ♪ Yeah, uh... ♪

♪ Then word would get around
about the head ♪

♪ And everybody
would start to realize ♪

♪ The second I'm r*ped,
that the head off the table ♪

♪ Better than a**l ♪

♪ The brothers would k*ll for
this sh*t, Cain and Abel ♪

♪ You're not gonna have
the option like that, cuh ♪

♪ It's... it's cool
when you say "cuh" ♪

♪ Like cuz, but you... "cuh" ♪

♪ Where you from, Raheem? ♪

♪ Man, I gotta nap ♪

♪ Oh, when you wake, then ♪

♪ Caf, tuna fish ♪

♪ Actually surprised
because this sh*t fire ♪

♪ Usually I'm real picky
with my tuna type ♪

♪ Only like my mom's
and Subway's ♪

♪ Did you guys know ♪

♪ That Subway's the biggest
chain in the world? ♪

♪ Over McDonald's ♪

♪ No one responded ♪

♪ Tap Raheem's shoulder,
I said ♪

♪ "Did you know that, Raheem?" ♪

♪ He like: "What?" ♪

♪ That Subway's
the biggest chain? ♪

- ♪ Bigger than McDonald's♪
- ♪ No ♪

♪ Walking back to my cell ♪

♪ Just me and the guard,
I feel greasy ♪

- ♪ All the sudden he bail♪
- ♪ What the f*ck? ♪

♪ Then as I turned the corner,
I saw Don Quixote ♪

♪ f*ck, this is it, oh, my God,
Dave, you're so r*ped ♪

♪ Thought of my options,
he start approaching ♪

♪ I'm like, "Quixote, relax,
I'm open to it" ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ Kissed on his neck ♪

♪ Licked on his ears ♪

♪ Took off his shirt ♪

♪ Kissed on his stomach,
his chest is... so bulbous ♪

♪ But I'm playing my part ♪

♪ He fallin' hard,
I got his heart ♪

♪ I get down to my knees, ay ♪

♪ Tease, ay ♪

♪ Whipped out the d*ck ♪

♪ Oh, my God, so big, ah... ♪

♪ Veins, everywhere,
so many veins ♪

♪ Off-colored d*ck ♪

♪ Darker than I expected ♪

♪ I realized in that moment ♪

♪ I've never seen
a Mexicano's d*ck before ♪

♪ Spit on the d*ck ♪

♪ His guard fallen ♪

♪ Cocked his head back
real slow ♪

♪ And then said:
"Ay, carambo" ♪

♪ Plan coming to fruition ♪

♪ I open wide, put the tip in ♪

♪ And I close my eyes,
pray to God and... ♪

JIM:
Okay, turn it off, please.

Turn it off now.

You want thisto be
your first single?

100% yes, but, like, I will
field any and all questions

after the song's completed.

There's, like,
six and a half minutes left.

Can we just talk after
the song's over, please?

- Have some courtesy? Thank
you.-No... No. Just...

We are never
putting that song out. Ever.

Okay? I'm actually
a little concerned

that we might be
in some sort of trouble

even playing it out loud here.

I'm very confused as to what
you're even talking about.

Like, this is the most
innovative piece of content

maybe ever, in the history
of recorded media.

MIKE:
Okay, so we can get
on the same page,

what-what rubbed you the most?

Uh, Jim, may I?

- By all means.
- Okay, great.

Yes, let's have a nice,
civil discourse about this.

As a black man, I find this
extremely offensive.

- Mm.
- The criminal justice system,

it embodies all the racism
that African Americans face

in this country every day.

And for you, through a black
art form no less,

to take it and make such
a-a mockery of everything,

I, uh... You know, I don't
even feel comfortable

working on this project now,
Jim, to be honest.

I understand.

Yeah, I respect that.

I'm sorry that you feel
that way, I really am,

but just so you know, there
aresix and a half minutes left

where I get to this whole climax

that exposes
the criminal justice system.

That's the whole point
of the song.

You just didn't
let me get there.

I lure people in with
absurditythrough, like,

the lens of a privileged
perspective.

-And so, can I please just...
Thank you.
-Go ahead.

♪ Bit off his d*ck ♪

♪ Ay, carambo ♪

♪ Spit out his d*ck ♪

♪ Ugh! He fell to his knees... ♪

- No. Uh... Unbelievable.
- [others groaning]

- PAM: May I also chime in?
- JIM: Please, Pam.

For you to be making jokes
about r*pe... ever,

let alone in 2020,

[scoffs] I'm just shocked atthe
level of tone-deafness here.

Okay, Pam, j-just so we're
on the same page,

are you saying that
man-to-man prison r*pe

is, like, the same vibe

- as, like, regular r*pe?
- Vibe?!

- No... [stammers]
- Vibe?

I... Uh, we're saying...
We're saying the same thing.

Okay, this is a lot to digest,

so let us have some time withthis
and we'll come back to you.

- Is that cool?
- No, there's no time.

Like, I don't need
to digest anything.

I didn't come here for
feedback, or even approval.

I came here to tell you this
isexactly what it's going to be.

This is my first single.
This is my art.

You know, when I signed to
you guys, it was very clear:

creative is my thing,
you guys figure out the rest.

It is what it is, like, that's
the deal we agreed upon.

Okay, Dave, you are signed
to us now. Okay?

We do control what you
release, when you release it

and all that.

But it's clear to us now,
you need our guidance.

You know what,
don't do me any favors, okay?

Because, by the way, this...

this is the real f*cking jail.

- Dave...
- No, I'm not... This is crazy.

[door opens, slams]

We will, uh...

we'll get back to you.

What the f*ck were you
doing in there?

What the f*ck
was Idoing in there?

Yeah, well, how the-how the
fuckis Spotify gonna play that

on New Music Friday?
Are you out of your mind?

And by the way, your days
of not letting me

hear the music in advance
are officially over, pal.

I can't believe you let me
go in there blind like that.

They're never gonna let that go.

Who cares what they want?!

What are you talking about?
I'm your client.

You should only be worried
about me!

I am only worried about you,

whether or not your pea-sized
brain realizes it or not.

You got to get me out
of this deal.

I'm not doing this
for my whole career.

Get me out of the f*cking deal.

- Really? Really, dude?
- Yeah, get me out of the deal.

-Yeah.
-Okay, so you're not
willing to compromise

for $250,000 and a-a machine

that's gonna help you live out
your dreams?

My dreams? You think my dreams
are running everything

up the flagpole whenever I
wantto put a song out? No.

I can't half go for it.
I can't compromise my art.

Your job is to do what I want.

You listen to what I want,
and you make it happen

at all costs.

You don't worry about
appeasingother random people.

I'm not worried about
appeasingrandom people...

Do your f*cking job!

Do it! Do your job!

I don't understand, like, thisis
the best thing I've ever done

by far; I've put
so much time into it.

And Mike just sits there
nodding his head "yes,"

doing whatever they want,
not even defending my vision,

- like a f*cking p*ssy.
- Hmm.

Okay, would you ever
compromiseyour art for anybody?

If they were paying me? Yeah.

- Can we get into your logos?
- Okay.

Okay, so per your e-mail,

I got a bunch of shafts,
a bunch of balls.

You know, some young, some old.

You can, like,
mix and match them.

- Hmm, wrinkles.
- Yeah.

I knew you would want wrinkles.

I got, like, 12 wrinkled dicks
for you.

And then, for myself,
I did some without dicks.

I actually... I like this
non-d*ck one. Let's do that.

So you want, like, 50
differentvariations of this

-that will then ultimately
have a d*ck in it?
-No.

I think that
that will work fine.

Let's just do that.

Okay.

Sweet. Done.

- Yeah. How's Al?
- [clicks tongue]

- She's good. [scoffs]
- Whoa.

You don't have to rush out,
I'm just asking a question.

I'm not rushing out.

What do you mean "she's good"?

Is she going on dates?
That's all I want to know.

Dave, I'm not getting
in the middle of this.

I'm not asking you to get
in the middle.

I asked you one simple question.
And honestly,

your lack of a response
is very telling,

so you've already told me
she is.

I'm not talking to either oneof
you about either one of you.

You guys aren't speaking
for a reason,

so I'm not gonna be
the messenger.

Okay, I got to go.
Love you. Bye.

[door opens, closes]

[over computer]:
♪ Institutional flaws ♪

♪ How will you all respond? ♪

♪ Did you know all along? ♪

♪ Ay, caramba. ♪

BENNY:
Dude...

-This is, like, the best thing
I've ever f*cking heard.
-I know, right?!

At first, I thought it was too
problematic, but by the end,

how you tied everything in
withthe criminal justice system,

it's just, like, such a chef's
kiss on social commentary.

Thank you!
Yes, you understand it.

It's, like, yes.

And the label won't even
put it out.

They think it's too offensive.

-You should just
f*cking leak it.
-Leak it?

- Just put it out?
- What if you premiere it

on The Breakfast Club?

Like, imagine sitting down

and talking with Charlemagne
about jail.

Yeah, I mean, I wish I could,
but... it's, like, not easy.

Dude, yeah, not easy.

Um, I could text him right now.

Yeah, text him.

- Okay. I'm doing it.
- But, like,

couldn't I get in trouble
with the label?

Like, couldn't they just sue me?

All right, one of two things
are gonna happen.

You're gonna play the song,
everyone loves it,

your label's gonna be excited,

let you do whatever you want.

Full creative control.

Or... everyone's gonna think
it's terrible,

the label's gonna drop you.

But it's what you wanted
this whole time,

and you're out of your
contractand free to do

whatever you want.

It's a win-win to me.

Brilliant.

Ah, yeah.

Yes, The Breakfast Club.
Benny got me on.

- I-I see it.
- Totally real.

- Okay. That's awesome.
- Yeah.

Okay, CC me on the e-mail,
thenl'll reach out to the label.

-I'll let 'em know that
you're gonna be...
-No. Don't say a word.

Like, do not.

Why the f*ck not?

Because I'm gonna premiere
"Jail" on The Breakfast Club.

I'm just gonna...
Just put it out there.

It's the best thing
I've ever done, Mike.

Like, I have to put it out.

You-you can't just go
behind the label's back.

Okay, we signed a contract
with them.

Okay, I need to start doing
what I want.

Not doing what I wanthas
gotten me in this position.

I didn't want to sign
with this label.

You really influenced me
on that.

It's not a side project
for everybody, man.

Like, this is my life.

I quit my job.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

- When?
- When the advance came in,

I-I put in my two weeks.

I was waiting until this
becamea real thing,

and it did, so I quit.

Why didn't you tell me
when it happened?

Because after that f*cking
"Jail" meeting,

I-I was trying to get it back.

Oh, that sounds about right.

Can you blame me?

Well, don't try to, like,
guilt me into

making decisions for you now.

- That's not, I mean...
- That's fine.

I'm just going on the record
right now and telling you

I think it's a very bad idea,
and you're going to piss off

some very important people.
So just-just know that.

Well, I want to go on record
saying that it's a risk

that I'm willing to take.

I can't, like, half-ass it.

I have to go with what
I believe in.

Okay.

What are chives?

It's like onion bits.

We've done this, like,
a thousand times.

Wow.

- Oh, baby.
- Look at this, huh?

A Lil Dicky studio session, not
using another artist's time.

You're getting paid
by my stupid f*cking label.

Everyone wins.

- What's wrong with them?
- Everything.

I need to really lock in
on this album right now.

It's the only thing that is
keeping me alive.

I have to tell you something.

I'm leaving town for a second.

I'm going on tour
with Trippie Redd.

He asked me to go
on tour with him,

and engineer on the road and...

For how long?

Um, six weeks.

Six weeks? What the f*ck, dude?
I'm... [scoffs]

Bro, six weeks isn't even
that long.

That's fine. I'll... [groans]
I'll do everything myself.

Aren't you happy for me,
at least a little bit?

Zero percent happy for you.

I'm happy for you, obviously,
I'm just sad. Just...

You have me here now.
Let's get to work.

Chin up, buttercup.

Play me a b*at.

[instrumental b*at playing]

♪

[sighs]

Put it on hold for me.

For how long?

Forever.

MAN [over P.A.]:
This airport
is a nonsmoking facility...

[sighs]

♪

♪

[plane passing overhead]

♪ Ay, first things first ♪

♪ When I pop,
I'm-a get your ho thirsty ♪

♪ I sign my paycheck in cursive,
I'm worthy ♪

- ♪ Yeah♪
- ♪ Hos. ♪

Hey, I'm going to get somethingto drink.
You want anything?

No, I'm good, thanks.

- I'm good. Thanks, bro-bro.
- Okay. Heads up,

we're in there in ten minutes,
all right?

Okay.

[exhales sharply]

GATA:
Hey, Dave.

Are you still doing
that "Jail" song today, bro?

Yeah.

[exhales]

You know how many n*gg*s I know

that would k*ll
to have a record deal, bro?

You run into a couple obstacles,
you ready to risk it all

just to get some jokes off?

That sh*t weak, bro.

I'm getting, like, very sick

of people telling me
how to live my life.

It is what it is, bro.

I'm-a rock with you
regardless though, period.

MIKE: For a place called
The Breakfast
Club, you'd think they'd have

more than just a box
of Shredded Wheat.

[sighs]

- [knocking]
- [strains] Heavy door.

Hi, guys, I'm Dave.

-GATA: Good morning.
How you doin'?
-Angela.

- Yes?
- I'm a hugger. Sorry.

- Um, okay.
- Mm.

- All right.
- Good to meet you.

- Charlamagne.
- Nice to meet you.

- MIKE: Hi. Mike.
- Would you like a hug?

No, I'm not a hugger.
How are you?

- Good. How you doing?
- I mean, I'm a hugger,

-but I just don't
know you, so...
-Sure.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- I'm Dave, nice to meet you.

DAVE:
Man, I can't wait
for you guys to hear

this song that I've got.

- Hey, Jim.
- Hey, Mike.

Did you really think we
weren'tgonna find out about this?

You know,
you're supposed to keep us

in the loop about this stuff.

I mean, we're partners.

-Okay.
-You're right.
Uh, you know, let's...

Oh, my gosh,
are we in third grade?

- [speaking indistinctly]-DAVE:
Is this microphone mine?

- Whose else would it be?
- Touché.

I think we should trust
Dave's artistic process.

-I do.-Okay, no, so-so check this out.

And I want to watch
what's happening.

I know, and let's watch
from right here.

-You're a little new,
aren't you?
-I'm brand-new to this.

ANNOUNCER:
Wake that ass up.
Early in the morning.

The Breakfast Club.

Morning, everybody, I'm AngelaYee,
that's Charlamagne Tha God.

-Yep.
-We are The Breakfast Club,
and we have

a very special guest
in the building.

- Lil Dicky is here.
- Hello, everybody.

CHARLAMAGNE:
Yeah, he keeps
introducing himself

- a-as Dave, though.
- Yeah.

That's, uh, that's my name.
So, I just feel weird, like,

introducing myselfas
anything other than my name.

That's pretty un-rapper-like
of you.

- I know, right?
- [chuckles]

Is that something you take
pridein, uh, "being different"?

You know, not-not being, like,
uh, seen as a typical rapper?

Not necessarily.

I-I don't want to even speak
to what other rappers do.

I just, like, if I'm gonna
meetsomeone, I'm not gonna be like,

"Hi, I'm Lil Dicky," 'cause,
like, I'm not. Like, I'm Dave.

Like, the guy behind Lil Dicky.
You know what I mean?

-Mm.
-ANGELA: So the whole
Lil Dicky thing

is just a parody?

No, I don't think it's a parody.

I mean, there's jokes in it
because I'm, like,

a comical human being,
I suppose,

but it's more satire
than anything.

Do you worry that people
will look at you

as a culture vulture
because of that?

I mean, I worry about just
abouteverything, Charlamagne.

Like, I wake up
and I start worrying.

W-Who's your guy over there withthe dreads?
That's your sh**t?

That's your weed man? That'syour... Go on.
W-What does he do?

You're being a little
stereotypical, Charlamagne.

That's my friend Gata.

So you just walk around
with a token black guy

to make yourself look cool?

No.

Gata, come over here,
my brother.

- I want to holler at you, man.
- Ah, for real?

-Yes, man. Come here.
-Ah, sh*t.
-All right. Here's your mic.

- I can't believe this.
- DAVE: Wow.

CHARLAMAGNE:
I want to ask you
some questions about, uh,

Lil Dicky, Dave here.

Uh, do you work for Lil Dicky?

Yeah, that's my partner
in crime. I'm his hype man.

We be turning up,
geeked up on stage.

Do you actually f*ck
with Lil Dicky's music?

Dope, bro. One of the greatest.

- Greatest what?
- Rappers.

I tell him that every f*cking
day. Like, "Bro, you dope

"as f*ck, bro, keep doing
your sh*t. Be yourself, bro.

- Don't fold on these n*gg*s."
- No.

You're not gonna convince me
that Lil Dicky is one

of the-the best rappers
out right now, brah.

-Hey, man, you're gonna see,
Charlamagne.
-Stop it.

One day, bro. Might not be
today, but you gonna see.

A-And what made you pick
a black man as your hype man?

-Well, uh...
-It's not a complicated
question, sir.

I didn't think racially when
I... I mean, I picked Gata.

He's been a hype man
for other rappers.

Gata knows all my songs
and he's, like, honestly,

a very, like,
talented performer.

-He's great at dancing. He's...-Wow.

Of course a white man
would think

a black man
is a great dancer, Dave.

I mean, he's just,
you know, uh...

I mean, yeah, he's, like,

he's really... he's good at...
Yeah, uh...

- not...
- ANGELA: Good at what?

Wait, is that cultural
appropriation?

CHARLAMAGNE:
Yeah.

It is.

Uh...

Is it? I'm wondering now
if it is or not.

Just right now? Just right now
at this moment, a white rapper

is wondering if what he's
doingis cultural appropriation?

GATA:
Man, f*ck all that.

I been in this n*gga's
mama house.

They done cooked for me, I
done slept in the guest room.

Seriously, y'all don't know.
Don't even fall for the hoopla.

You've been there for me,
like, when I was down, bro,

on my mama, n*gga, like...

We supposed to be together,
getting this money...

- ANGELA: Wow.
- Doing sh*t

that people ain't
never seen before, bro.

-And that's what you doing,
my n*gga.
-Here's what I'll say.

If having Gata be
a part of my rap career

is, in fact,
cultural appropriation

in a way that was totally over
my head, which is obviously

so possible because I'm that
stupid as a human being,

then I really don't
have regrets.

-Mm-hmm.
-I know that's a bizarre thing
to say, but he's, like...

I got, like, one of the best
friends I'll ever have

out of it, so, like, I would
do it again. I love this man.

- CHARLAMAGNE: That's
beautiful.-ANGELA: ♪RelationshipGoals.

- I love you, too, my n*gga.
- CHARLAMAGNE: That's it.

Real talk, bro.
You my brother for life, bro.

- I love you.
- [Angela laughs]

Y'all just need to be a couple.
Where'd y'all meet, Tinder?

-[laughs]
-All right, Gata,
cat's out of the bag.

- Give me a smooch.
- GATA: Look at this guy.

Always being funny, man.
I can't believe you, brah.

-I think he's serious.
-[gasps]
-CHARLAMAGNE: Aw.

-ANGELA: You guys are cute.
-GATA: I'm out of here.
South Central L.A.,

we did it, Gata made it
to The Breakfast Club.

Shout-out, Angela Yee,
LD, Charlamagne, I'm gone.

-That's right. Good to meet you.-I'm out.

I have waited so longfor
that kiss, you have no idea.

-[laughs]-So, Dave, you told our producer

that you have a song
that you want to premiere

right here
on The Breakfast Club?

- Huh, Lil Dave? Lil Dicky?
- Yes.

So, yeah, I've got this,
it's my life's work.

It's the best thing I've ever...

um...

I'm just gonna...

Huh?

Well, if I'm being honest with
you, I have had conversations

recently with my team
about whether or not

it's ready
for public consumption.

And it's actually not finished
yet now that I think about it.

How about I just rap
for you instead?

-You knew you was coming
to The Breakfast Club.
-So let me rap.

Y-You really ready to rap live

in front of eight million
listeners tuned in?

I think it is eight million
potential new fans,

and sometimes you have no choice

and it just is what it is,
so here we go.

Eight million people
that's about to think

that you're wack.

[instrumental b*at playing]

Or not.

[exhales]
♪ Elz made the b*at... ♪

CHARLAMAGNE:
Who the hell is Elz?

♪ Y'all probably didn't know
what this was ♪

♪ Y'all probably about
to hop on this bus ♪

♪ If you know somebody
that'll call my bluff ♪

♪ Then line 'em all up,
they will all need hugs ♪

♪ Condolences, in my own lane
like bowling pins ♪

♪ I'm so dumb I don't even know
where Poland is ♪

♪ Suburban kid, I got it
at the roller rink ♪

♪ My girl just left,
I should not have said that ♪

♪ But I guess I was due
for a setback ♪

♪ I'm still dripping with
the sauce, need a Wet-Nap ♪

♪ My d*ck sucks so bad ♪

♪ Y'all don't even want
to know the details ♪

♪ You don't want to know about
the surgeries, I kept it ♪

♪ All inside till now, f*ck
it, I'll tell everybody ♪

♪ Two holes on my shaft ♪

♪ Hypospadias, look it up ♪

♪ I love when my fans are black,
I'm a little tone-deaf ♪

♪ Yeah, what of it? You know my
heart is in the right place ♪

♪ I've been working like a dog
in this bitch ♪

♪ And that phrase doesn't even
make no sense 'cause dogs ♪

♪ Were probably the least
evolved animals in the world ♪

♪ I'm sweet like a sorbet,
Mike calling me ♪

♪ About to get
another tour date ♪

♪ More cake, give me more hate,
this is horseplay ♪

♪ Hot in a North Face,
you cannot ignore Dave ♪

♪ I know I'm privileged ♪

♪ Eh, let's not even go there ♪

♪ Out here f*cking it up, uh ♪

♪ But I'm still
f*cking it up, wait ♪

♪ Little body, but the boy
sound tough, hold up ♪

♪ But they saying I'm not rap,
Charlamagne, this is hip-hop ♪

♪ Right? Give me the facts,
just keep it real ♪

♪ I'm up and down,
like off and on ♪

♪ I was an ad man at Omnicom ♪

♪ I used to eat with the parents
at the Olive Garden ♪

♪ I was wearing nothing
but Ralph Lauren ♪

♪ My mom adorned me,
and I like milking p*rn ♪

♪ But I guess
that's less important ♪

♪ Just a little sidenote
about me ♪

♪ Tell Gata no need,
I don't even need weed ♪

♪ I'll smoke this b*at like ♪

♪ All of that, all the smoke,
I need all of that ♪

♪ Trust-fall them,
they falling back ♪

♪ I don't know
nothing about life ♪

♪ But I write it
like a book, wait ♪

♪ How you doing?
I'm good, great ♪

♪ And if you see me up on
the street, say, "Hi, LD" ♪

♪ And I'll stop you and say,
"Well, my name is..." ♪

What's your name?

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH

I would like to explore the idea

of tokenism in the workplace,

where one minority is propped up

to cover the experience
of the entire population.

WOMAN: That's interesting.

Wait. Sorry. You're not
sayingyou feel that way here?

[inhales]

MAN: I had no idea
what I would find

when I went searching
for my father.

They flashed the Zodiac
k*ller, and my heart stopped.

WOMAN: He believes
he is the son of the Zodiac.

MAN: We have 15 minutesand you
have some cool stuffto show us.

- [beeps]
- [laughs] Oh, yeah.

I want you to join Devs.

WOMAN: What is Devs?

It's the most beautiful
thingl've ever seen.