The ideological criticism I wish to pursue here (as always, there are other possible avenues of exploration) takes its cue from this theological declaration and pursues it in relation to another protorap song of the era, one that also is directly related to the nature and purposes of this film, namely: Gil Scott-Heron's The Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

While they were finishing an excellent fish tagin—fish and tomato stew with rice cooked in a clay pot—he listened to her fantastic story.

I gaze in an awed way at those upon Broadway, Or Grand Street's assemblage of pearls, Those smartly garbed, natty, vivaciously chatty, Deliciously prettified, Silly or wittified, Patently citified Girls.

[…] whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things.