The original rapper is back! Dolemite comes back with more fake kung-fu and questionably metered rhyming couplets than any bad guy could withstand--and he'll need 'em when his friend's nightclub comes under attack from the Mafia. Racist cops we can understand, but what IS it with blaxploitation and the mob? At least we know where all the shitty Italian surnames in mid-’90s rap came from.