You take the hit. You don’t cough anymore, you’re used to it. “Time fo some tats,” one says. You smirk and nod in agreement.
They bring out a homemade tattoo machine, and you suddenly realize that you know he’s an expert tattoo artist. “We renaming yo ass,” one says. You agree. Fuck, you ain’t you anymore…you’re a new man. You deserve a new name.
“We callin you Block Bully from now on,” he says. You beam with pride.
They start tattooing you. You get Durrty on one arm and Hustle on the other signifying your place in the crew. They tattoo a giant Durrty Hustle logo on your back, and Block Bully spelled out on your knuckles.
“Let’s get down to business bout what we here fo,” one says. “It ain’t as simple as this rap shit.”
You stroke your chin and nod, excited to hear what they have in store.
What do they want you to do?