Speaker 1: What's good yo? This week we cryin havoc with Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare. In the first century BC, Julius Caesar and his army just cruised back to Rome after bitch-slappin his rival Pompey. And now he and his entourage ragin through the streets to celebrate. It's all poppin bottles and smokin kush til some soothsayer calls out our boy and say you best beware the odds of March, yo. But Caesar just shakes that hater off and rolls up another fatty. Later, some buster named Cassius conversatin with Brutus, Caesar's main brother from another mother. And Cassius be all like, Caesar gonna become king and he ain't even all that. That fool's got to go. You feel me? Brutus dig, but he ain't happy bout it. Caesar's his boy, but he don't want no tyrants messin with the Roman peeps. So he crew up with the cause, and his shit goes down March 15th. That day, Caesar bout to leave the crib when his bitty Calpurnia say, Baby don't go. I seen some shit. And just know something whack gonna happen. He like, oh shit word. But when one of Cassius' thugs roll up, he convinces Caesar his bitch be trippin, and then say, yo if you whip like dat, you can stay home instead of lettin us crown you king. Brutus be like, hold up brother. Don't be like dat. Let's do this shit. As soon as they reach the spot, all dem traitors whip out their blades and shank his ass. When Caesar sees his bro Brutus join in, he say, aw shit, you too man? Then BAM. That fool dead. At Caesar's funeral, Brutus try sweet-talkin the Romans by tellin em that killin Caesar was a favor to Rome. And at first, erryone believe him. But Caesar's boy Antony ain't havin none of dat. He rocks the mic and makes all of Caesar's killers look like real assholes. Next thing you know, the Roman people be burnin down houses and kick Brutus and Cassius to the f**kin curb. So Antony, Octavius Caesar, and some rich playboy Lepidus start raisin a swole army to stop dem backstabbin snitches. Snitches get stitches. Shit goes ham at the Battle of Philippi, where brothers screamin 187 on the reg. Then Cassius think he see one of his homeboys Titinius get captured. Brutus all torn up and kills himself. But turns out ol' Titty just fine, but can't handle Cassius bein dead. So he decide to take dat long, dirt nap too. When Brutus's army get straight WRECKED, he decide he gonna stack one more body- his own. Then Antony rolls up to Brutus's body and pours one out for our boy, sayin he was the most legit Roman of them all. Cuz unlike the rest of dem backstabbin rats, Brutus was actin for the good of the hood. Now if yo bitch-ass think you readin straight history up in here, you best check yourself. Cuz Da Bard wasn't trippin about historical accuracy, B. Matter of fact, some of the details he pulled right outta his asshole. For example, in the play, ol' JC can't hear shit outta one ear. And even though that ain't da way it was, Willie Shake slangin dat detail to symbolize that although he can hear all the righteous things people say bout him, fool is completely deaf to all the warners that his boy's bout to cross him. I rather tell thee what is to be feared than what I fear. For always I am Caesar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, and tell me truly what thou thinkest of him. And that's part of what makes this play a tragedy. Caesar's head is so damn big that he thinkin he should rock the crown, even though it ain't rightfully his. Caesar think he's so hard that ain't nobody can touch him, so he don't listen to nobody. I mean his wife, the soothsayer, and that's why his arrogant ass ends up in dirt. Because like Cicero say, people only hear what they wanna hear. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time, but men may construe things after their fashion, clean from the purpose of the things themselves. And speakin of hearin, listen up son. Even though the play is called Julius Caesar, fool gets ice just halfway through. So some scholars think that this play is really about Brutus and he's a real tragic hero up in his hood. Ain't no doubt that he wanted to put his boy Caesar six feet deep. And unlike Cassius, who just a jealous playa hater, Brutus was tryin to create a free Rome with no tyrants. So as much as it hurt Brutus to backstab his realest homie, that wasn't his tragic flaw. Naw blood, it was rollin with the wrong crew. So roll with the right crew and hit that subscribe button. In vino veritas.