Response Frame- a video by the Style Extension Posse

[Video direction: zoom out from extreme molecular-level close-up of a green background. After sufficient zoom we realize it is a Mountain Dew can. Camera rotates to reveal worms eye view from a desk. Revealed above Mountain Dew can is generic nerdy asian coder in a dirty t-shirt. He sports a horrendous 3-hair oriental goatee. Pencils protrude from his unkempt hair. He is picking his nose. Camera freezes, displays on screen computer font: “CHO.” Camera pans to reveal generic computer cluster. It is late. Coders enter code furiously. Cue record scratch and drum loop. The rear wall implodes as Dub3 and Science Diction burst through, bathed in white light as Cho cowers in fear beneath his desk.]

Science Diction:
Damn, 3Dub, I gots to reconnect my SCUZZY
This Cho don't really think he can hang… does he?
30 days later, and that's all he can spit?
It's time for some more of that digital Nerdcore shit

3Dub:
No doubt, SD, Cho’s a straight up joke
Weak shit like that, comin’ at a real loc?
He’s straight up dinosaur, like IBM Corp.
Run tell Deep Blue you still use OS/2 Warp!

Science Diction:
I can't believe he's sleepin' like that, he should be nervous!
Fool better look alive just like an online taxidermist
He'll get called up and shipped out like a packet-switched reservist
And watch his site get beat down: denial of service

[Cowering Cho begins to run for the exit. He opens a back door to the computer cluster, and bursts through, only to run smack into the extended fist of 3Dub, who is standing on what appears to be an enormous silicon chip. Science Diction, who is typing on an enormous workstation with seven screens streaming binary code, turns to look at Cho’s fallen body, shaking his head in disgust.]

Dub3:
Straight up, Cho, your programs? I dismantle’em.
Faster than a Pentium with claws of adamantium!
You don’t Excel, can’t even make a bar graph
My usage spikes as I grip mikes and rip’em in half
I leave you outlined in digital chalk
One hand overclocked, one holdin’ my jock!
Don’t try to come back, hey, easy there, shooter,
Back off this (T2 Sound sample) “Neural net processor, a learning computer!”

Science Diction:
When I say you're all thumbs, Cho, it's no jive
You'll get sniped and beat down on Halo Xbox: Live
I'm smooth on the mic; you're all herky-jerky
I'm fluent in ten setups, all you know is QWERTY
I'm drum tight online, ho's get with me on Friendster
While your shit keeps bouncing: email? return to sender
In crushing your career, I set the "NEW HIGH SCORE!"
You're through- what to do? A tip: Alt-F4...

[Frantically crawling away from Science Diction and Dub3’s wild gesticulations atop the silicon chip, Cho turns and opens the nearest door out of this strange inner space world. He turns, only to find that he has entered a world of streaming binary: the matrix. Before him are Science Diction and Dub3, glowing silhouettes of ones and zeroes. Their words take shape in the form of glowing green numbers as they rhyme and bob their heads in unison.]

Dub3:
You're a slave to the man on monopolist debates
You're like (annoying Cho voice sample) "What application should I use, Mr. Gates?"
Fuckin' Pussy, you run Windows '95 on auto
I kick it with the bunnies inside the Linux grotto
It's no surprise, you're just an unevolved gorilla
Use IE? Fuck no, I'm the thrilla from Mozilla

[We cut to a shot of Science Diction and Dub3 dancing and throwing up Vulcan signs atop Frye’s computers, a clear visual homage to Snoop Dogg dancing atop VIP records in the What’s My Name video.” They are wearing throwback Fairfield Semiconductor jerseys, and ho’s wearing skimpy green dresses, with gold velour to suggest a circuit board, dance suggestively behind them. Intersperse shots of the crowd dancing wildly with close-ups of Cho being trampled; the crowd is dancing on Cho.]

Science Diction:
You claim to be a hacker but I cracked your code
And now the Idiot Network is short one node (Dub3: “SNAPS!!!”)
Cho administrating? "Ruh Roh," like Scooby Dooby
In chatrooms you get pics saying "STFU, Newbie!!!"



Dub3:
You didn't even deny that you still rock logo
My XML is on a swarm to smack you back to Kyoto
It's like a nerdcore shark tank, Cho, and you're the meat
Scrap your style and start over: Ctrl-Alt-Delete!

[Dub3 lights a Cuban cigar with pages ripped from a Windows 95 installation brochure]

Science Diction:
Trump tight- fifteen verses, this shit is prolific!
Too bad you’ve got a better chance of understanding hieroglyphics!
Me and Dub3, the C-Note IT's
Slay Cho on NetRadio, or VOIP
Anytime, anyplace, guaranteed to be a banger
This video's over Dub- throw the disk drives at the camera!

[Hard mugging at the camera, Dub3 throws several silicon disk drives at the camera as if totally disregarding their value and capacity for storage. Science Diction stares off-camera into the distance. Fadeout]