Don't see the point. If i want to "stand in solidarity with black America" i'm sure my (Caucasian) power fist will do just fine, if a power fist, is the way one must go. Don't see much upside with black hands or arm but lots of potential downside. Maybe ask a few black people first before doing something that may be potentially problematic, regardless of your intentions. I assume there are many other ways to stand in solidarity if one truly cares. One thing we all know is that black face is an issue, so why even fuck with it? Imo seems so naive. In the end i would say it's hurting, because i feel it would potentially cause a distraction from the real issues you are trying to be in solidarity with.

Oh, no, you see... there is missing audio... yeah, their thoughts were supposed to be playing over this.

Straight after the 'put her there' it was supposed to have this audio:

Beardy: "Here are my white hands for your black hands friend, like a melding of cultures"

Smiley: "Feel the strength of my hands... feeeel them."

B: "Oh yes... yes... I, I, I feel that, mmm, I feel that, yes. Wait, are you looking at me?"

S: "Look at those languid eyes, look at them, they penetrate my very soul"

B: "Oh God, he can see my soul, I know he can... he.. he *sniff* he sees the real me"
B: "Ahem... I, um... no, I won't let him get to me, I promised myself I wouldn't cry"
S: "Heeee, I just peed my pants... heeeee"
B: "Oh... oh, you just pissed, I can smell it, quite rancid, you must have been holding onto that for quite some time my friend"
S: "Aaaah, man that feels good, you have no idea how long I've been holding onto that"

Unfortunately this haunting audio was lost in tape mismanagement at the studio. They didn't have much money, they needed storage, and they copied over it. One of the defining moments in our cinematic history was lost that day.

I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Here's your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black
Attack so I sat and japped
Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)
Now I'm ready to mike it
(You know I like it) huh
Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a brother like to go solo
Lazer, anastasia, maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin', forgiven'
What I'm givin' up
X on the flex hit me now
I don't know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear
Rhetoric said
Read just a bit ago
Not quittin' though
Signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin' jerked
Changin' some ways
To way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold
Never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Cause it's comin' from the heart
What I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of culture
Snakebitten
Been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respects been givin' how's ya livin'
Now I can't protect a pad off defect
Check the record
An reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall
Broke the laws
Not my fault they're fallin' off
Known as fair square
Throughout my years
So I growl at the livin' foul
Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome
Subordinate terror
Kickin' off an era
Cold deliverin' pain
My 98 was 87 on a record yo
So now I go Bronco

Crucifixion ain't no fiction
So called chosen frozen
Apology made to who ever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basin'
Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?
I rope a dope the evil with righteous
Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even
C'mon down
And welcome to the Terrordome.
Caught in the race against time
The pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes
While I'm bendin' 'em
Snakes blowin' up the lines of design
Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em
How to fight the power
Cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother
Cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcom X the man
The shootin' of Huey Newton
From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse than a mother's pain
Of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam I dedicate
Places with racist faces
Just an example of one of many cases
The Greek weekend speech I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of fire
I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums even violins
Watcha do gitcha head ready
Instead of gettin' physically sweaty
When I get mad
I put it down on a pad
Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'
Fear of high rollin'
God bless your soul and keep livin'
Never allowed, kickin' it loud
Droppin' a bomb
Brain game intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team
Never move alone
But
Welcome to the Terrordome