Let me tell you something, okay?
I don't know who the fuck you think you are.
If you wanna talk about reputations and if by some fucking miracle long shot you haven't heard of my reputation.
Let me tell you who the fuck I am.

I am the fucking Sultan of Slick! I am the rule of fuckin' cool!
You wanna be a gangster?
You wanna be a thug?
You sit at my fucking feet and gather the pearls that emanate forth from me!
Because I'm the fucking original, straight-first-foremost, pimp-mack, fucking hustler, original gangster's gangster!

Have you lost your mind?
I mean, how is it that you can disrespect a man's music to our style of dress.
Not to mention your basic imitation of our sense of cool; walk, talk, dress, mannerisms..
We enrich your very existence, all the while contributing to the gross national product through
our achievements....
It's these conceits that comfort me when I am faced with the ignorant, cowardly, bitter and bigoted, who have no talent, no guts?
People like you who desecrate things they don't understand when the truth is - you should say thank you, man, and go on about your way.
But apparently you are incapable of doing that!
So..
And don't tell me to be cool.
I am cool!