:37:00
[Whistle Blows]
:37:01
All right, take 5!
:37:05
Mini-Me.
:37:07
I need a volunteer
to polish the drums for tomorrow.
:37:10
Man, that's a P-4's job.
:37:11
Now I'm making it your job.
:37:14
You don't like it, quit.
:37:36
Need some help?
:37:42
[Beat-Boxing Cadence]
:37:44
[Joins In]
:37:45
Unh.
:37:49
Unh.
:37:51
## You got me polishin' drums ##
:37:53
## Till the break of dawn ##
:37:55
## 'Cause some hating
upperclassman named Sean ##
:37:58
## On and on, I'm on this drum ##
:38:00
## And I'm tight like spandex ##
:38:02
## What I do with my hands next ##
:38:04
## Like, check,
making all the crabs cream ##
:38:06
## This young Harlem child
put it down like bling ##
:38:10
[Crowd Cheering]
:38:11
[Crowd Cheering]
:38:15
Dang, the crowd is louder...
:38:17
than when the football team
was on the field.
:38:18
'Cause down here,
it's about the marching bands, dog.
:38:21
Halftime is game time.
:38:23
Sean: Percussion!
Last words of advice...
:38:25
for our young 'uns on-line.
:38:26
You drop your sticks,
don't reach down and pick 'em up.
:38:28
Just keep moving your hands.
:38:30
I don't never drop my sticks.
:38:33
Kid, you about to step...
:38:34
in front of thousands of people.
:38:36
The crowd. The lights. It's scary...
:38:39
even for a hothead like you.
:38:41
Yeah, I bet you it's even scarier
for somebody with a wack solo.
:38:44
What?
:38:46
I ain't mumblin'.
:38:50
You want my solo?
:38:52
Take it.
:38:53
What?
:38:54
Yo, son, you don't even
want to tell me that.
:38:57
It's all you, son.
:38:58
Come with it.