![]() I don’t know where dude running to though, like he heard all that carnage happening and thinks that Sunny ain’t agile enough to run him down? Sunny ain’t even got the effort in him and hits kid with the Catwoman bola, bringing him down. Sunny opens the trunk and this kid pops up like a damn Jack in the box. The Nomad leader gives Sunny about 12 seconds worth of effort, but then Sunny turns his arm into a gotdamn croissant and serves him up on the fire. Man, this many limbs ain’t been broken in one scene since Iverson broke off Jordan and then Sportscenter played it 1200 times that night (and then Youtube got a hold of it and Michael ain’t been able to virtually walk since). Needless to say, Sunny start taking these cats apart at the seams. Lastly, before the get down starts getting down, the leader of these nomads knows that Sunny is a Clipper aka a personal warrior of a Baron aka the dude with the wallet that says bad muthafucka on it. But when a dude walks up in your spot, knowing the danger ahead of him, but leaves his fucking katana blade AT the motorcycle…maybe you do a quick inventory of how much your life is worth. Again, probably a reason for that.Īlso, you probably consider yourself some thorough dudes that put work in. You look like you got selected for a Kanye West fashion walk that’s being held in District 12. He looks like he’s taken care of and there’s probably a reason for that. Sunny is rocking the red babysoft leather and his motorcycle hums like a lullaby. Now, if you one of the ruffians, you might want to do a self assessment. As the poet Marlo Stansfield once said, “They were dead when they opened their mouth, they just walking around not knowing it yet.” Now listen, me, I ain’t never lived in a post fall of society world where the wild shit can pop off at any given moment, but my life in the pre-Badlands has revealed some universal truths to me. Sunny scopin’ the scene like, “these muthafuckas got no decency.” He peeps the fire off in the distance and figures its time to collect.Īt the camp, these cats roasting a pig on the spit, but I can’t do the math on this shit because dead men don’t need to feed, yo. Somebody hijacked the truck and merked out ayebody. Yo, this shit is just fuckin’ savage, man. The narrator says that the wars were so long ago that nobody even remembers them, but considering that there’s a bunch of helpless bastards on the side of the road with their wrists bound and throats cut, I’m guessing that ain’t shit changed but the dot on the range. ![]() We open with a gorgeous field of red flowers and our man 50 grand, Sunny, decked in red leather on a motorcycle, lookin’ like he on a mission. ***Spoilers be getting put in the Boston Crab hold and getting their body broken in half***Īyo, welcome to the Badlands! Ain’t gonna lie, a brotha been Patiently Waiting for a track to explode on ever since AMC started pushing those promos like that raw uncut on the block.
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