(Rap, "Shook Ones, Pt. II" by Mobb Deep) ♫ Word up, son, word ♫
♫ Yeah. To all the killers ♫ ♫ and the hundred dollar billers ♫
♫ Fellas ♫
♫ For real niggas ♫ ♫ Who ain't got no feelin's ♫
♫ Check it out now ♫
♫ I got you stuck ♫ ♫ off the realness ♫
♫ We be the infamous ♫ ♫ You heard of us, official ♫ ♫ Queensbridge murderers ♫
♫ The Mobb comes equipped for warfare ♫
♫ Beware of my crime family ♫ ♫ who got enough shots to share ♫
♫ For all those ♫ ♫ who want to profile and pose ♫
♫ Rock you in your face ♫ ♫ Stab your brain with your nosebone ♫
♫ You all alone ♫ ♫ in these streets, cousin ♫
♫ Every man for theyself ♫ ♫ in this land we be gunnin' ♫
♫ And keep them shook crews ♫ ♫ runnin' like they suppose to ♫
♫ They come around ♫ ♫ but they never come close to ♫
♫ I can see it inside your face ♫ ♫ You're in the wrong place ♫
♫ Cowards like you just get ♫ ♫ their whole body laced up ♫ ♫ with bullet holes and such ♫
♫ Speak the wrong words, man ♫ ♫ and you will get touched ♫
♫ You can put your whole army ♫ ♫ against my team ♫
♫ I guarantee it'll be your ♫ ♫ very last time breathin' ♫
♫ Your simple words ♫ ♫ just don't move me ♫ ♫ You're minor, we're major ♫
♫ You're all up in the game ♫ ♫ and don't deserve to be a player ♫
♫ Don't make me have ♫ ♫ to call your name out ♫ ♫ Your crew's featherweight ♫
♫ My gunshots will ♫ ♫ make you levitate ♫
♫ I'm only 19 ♫ ♫ but my mind is old ♫
♫ When the things get for real ♫ ♫ my warm heart turns cold ♫
♫ Another n... a deceased ♫ ♫ Another story gets told ♫
♫ It ain't nothin' really ♫ ♫ Hey, yo, son spark that Phillie ♫
♫ So I can get my mind off ♫ ♫ these yellowbacked n... s ♫
♫ Why they still alive ♫ ♫ I don't know, go figure ♫
(Knocking) Hold on a minute!
♫ I couldn't choose ♫ ♫ a better location ♫
♫ When the slugs penetrate ♫ ♫ you feel a burning sensation ♫
♫ Getting closer to God ♫ ♫ in a tight situation ♫
♫ Now, take these words home ♫ ♫ and think it through ♫
♫ Or the next rhyme I write ♫ ♫ might be about you ♫
♫ Son they shook ♫ ♫ 'cause ain't no such things ♫ ♫ as halfway crooks ♫
- Man at door: What the fuck! - Hold on a fuckin' minute!
♫ 'Cause there ain't no thing ♫ ♫ as halfway crooks ♫
♫ Scared to death ♫ ♫ And scared to look ♫
♫ Livin' the life ♫ ♫ that of diamonds and guns ♫
♫ There's numerous ways you ♫ ♫ can choose to earn funds ♫
♫ Some get shot, locked down ♫ ♫ and turn nuns ♫
♫ Cowardly hearts end ♫ ♫ straight up shook ones ♫ ♫ Shook ones ♫
(Rap beat)
(Chattering) (Panting)
(Vomiting)
(Pounding) (Vomiting continues)
Yo! What the fuck?
Yo! What the fuck, man! Quit playin' with your fuckin' self!
Open the door! (Toilet flushing)
What the fuck, man! Who the fuck is you, nigga?
Where the hell do you think you going?
- Going backstage. I'm in the battle. - You can't go backstage.
- Come on, dawg. I got a stamp on my hand. - You gotta go around front.
- You just seen me, dawg! I just came from... - I didn't see nothin'.
- Man, you just fuckin' seen me! I just went to the bathroom! - Whoa! What's happening?
- This guy's got a fuckin' problem with me! - Shut the fuck up.
He's straight, dawg. He's straight.
- He with you? - Yeah.
Okay, cool, Future. But I think your boy got a attitude problem.
You a crazy motherfucker, you know that, trying to fight bouncers and shit.
The fuckin' guy's obviously got somethin' against me.
I go to the bathroom, come right back, he's actin' like he don't know me.
Hold on, man. You fuckin' threw up on yourself, huh?
Come here, man.
(Laughing) Hey, Rabbit.
I know you ready, Rabbit.
- Where you going? - He hurled on his shirt.
- Let's see. - Yo! Get the fuck off me, Cheddar.
What are you doin', man?
Come on. It's deal time, Rabbit.
Our clique'll be on the map after you whup some ass tonight.
Me and Janeane just broke up.
- What, again? - And I left her the car.
Oh, come on, Rabbit.
Yo, she says she's pregnant.
She's gonna need the car if she's pregnant.
I'm gonna need a place to crash.
- You gonna stay at your mom's? - (Laughing)
Come on.
Yo! Can I get some fuckin' privacy here, man?
- All right. Come on, man, come on. - Why?
Yo, my bad, man.
Look, if something's going to happen with this shit, it needs to happen now.
Hey, man, I feel you. I know exactly what you're talking about.
All right, come on, man. How you feelin'?
- I feel good. - You feel good?
- Yeah. - You sure? - I'm ready.
You ready, baby. I wanna see you rip that shit, all right?
It's time to let these motherfuckers know.
Yeah, you, baby. 3-1-3rd. It's all you, baby.
Your lyrics are shitty Like when I cop a squat
Who told you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc
For steppin' on his stage I should rock your knot
Don't get too close or you might get shot
Yo, nigga, call your mama and tell her come get you
And if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with her
I put a hole in your head like a 12-gauge
Lookin' like Kris Kross Jiggity-jump your ass on stage
'Cause I'm a grown man, son. I'll slaughter you.
Make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you.
Whoa! A lot of hostility at the end of the 45 s. Let me get that mike from you.
Open up a little bit. Let everybody see your Future. Know what I mean?
How y'all feelin' about Shorty Mike right here?
(Booing, yelling) Kind of mediocre love? Just a'ight for Shorty Mike?
What do you all think of Papa Doc, man?
- That's what I'm talking about! - Papa Doc! (Cheering)
A'ight, brother, you go to the next round.
A'ight, next up, next up...
is my man Bunny Rabbit...
and Li'l Tic.
Come on, man, bring your asses to the stage. We ain't got all day.
All right, all right. Enough of the fanfare.
- Call it... heads or tails. - Heads.
Tails. Choose. You first.
- Show. - Li'l Tic, set it off. D.J., 45 seconds. Spin that shit.
I'm gonna murder this man (Shouting)
He the type to lose a fight with a dyke
They don't laugh 'cause you wack
They laugh 'cause you white with a mike (Laughing)
You're a laughing stock When will this laughin' stop
When you and Everlast Bitch-ass, get popped
You a wigga that invented rhyme for money
Watch Li'l Tic split kick the Energizer Bunny
Rip the Rabbit head off Toss it to Hugh Hefner
'Cause I don't play, boy Now tell me who's fresher
- Crowd: You are! - L. T., that's right. Cock the heat and shoot ya
I'll punish Rabbit Or obsolete Future
My paws love to maul an M.C.
'Cause he faker than a psychic with caller I.D.
So that bullshit Save it for storage
'Cause this is hip-hop You don't belong You're a tourist
So put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away
'Cause this here Detroit 16 Mile Road is thataway
Thataway Future: Whoa, whoa.
Okay, okay. 45 seconds. Very nice.
And you did a good job, Li'l Bitch... I mean, Li'l Tic. My bad.
Next up is my boy Bunny Rabbit.
(Booing) Hey, nigga, talk all that shit if you want to,
but I vouch for this motherfucker right here... he's a motherfucking genius.
Dig that shit. 45 seconds, Rabbit. D.J., kick it.
Hey, yo.
(Booing) Come on!
- Where'd y'all find this nigga at? - Hey, Rabbit!
Come on, Rabbit! Come on, Rabbit!
Come on!
Man: Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!
All: Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!
Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!
(Chanting faster) Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!
(Booing loudly)
Fuck you, motherfuckers! Fuck you!
(Booing continues)
Yo, Jimmy! Hold up!
Man, don't even worry about it, dawg, a'ight?
I'll call you tomorrow. I got to go back inside, a'ight?
- A'ight. - Stay strong, my brother.
- Yeah. - You'll rip 'em next time.
- Yep. - Yeah, next time.
Peace out, Rabbit!
(Dog barking) (Chattering)
(Dog barking)
(Moaning)
- What the fuck? Oh, God. - Oh, shit, Rabbit.
You okay, baby?
Don't you think you should have called or knocked first or something?
- I mean... - The phone's disconnected.
I know that, Rabbit.
I got to get down to the phone place tomorrow and...
- I been busy, you know? - Rabbit, what the fuck are you doing here?
How about knockin'?
- Me and Janeane just broke up. - Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
I thought you had a really good thing goin' with her.
- She sleepin' with somebody else? - No.
Yo, I got to work in the morning, so...
You and Future still, um, at that Little Caesars over in Warren?
No. I'm down in New Detroit Stamping now.
Oh. Well, that's good. What? (Scoffs)
(Giggling) He got fired from a pizza place.
Yo. At least I got a fuckin' job.
Okay, stop it.
Only ex-cons and welfare moms work at that plant, man.
Baby, are you stayin' here for a while or what?
Just for a couple weeks.
Got to save up enough to get my own place.
Just like Bob Zurowsky.
- You're plannin' on still living at home, aren't you, Rabbit? - Okay.
What a bunch of fuckin' losers.
- Fuck you! - Jimmy!
- What's your problem, you little ingrate? - What's your problem?
Don't kick my fuckin' clothes! Don't fuckin' judge me, man!
Why don't you grow up? Goin' around actin' like a punk.
- Motherfucker, what's up? - Stop!
- Fuckin' punk! - Stop it!
(Dog barking) Hey, Lily.
Hey, baby. What are you still doin' up?
You woke me up, you know.
- Yeah, I'm sorry, baby. - What'd I do?
- Let's go back to bed. - Will you sing to me?
Yeah, of course I will. Come on.
♫ I know this girl ♫
♫ Her name is Lily ♫
♫ And it's past her bed ♫
♫ T-I-M-E ♫
♫ She goes to sleep ♫
♫ And she can just dream ♫
♫ And not have to be ♫
♫ In a stinky trailer with me ♫
♫ So when I feel blue ♫
♫ Don't know what to do ♫
♫ I look at you ♫
♫ And I just say... ♫
(Blows raspberry) (Giggles)
Good night, baby. Go to sleep.
Rabbit, if you're gonna live here, you have to get along with Greg.
He started it.
You can't fuck this up for me, baby.
You just can't. Whatever.
No milk.
Yo, can I get a ride to work in the morning?
Where's your car?
I left it with Janeane.
- You're gonna let me borrow your car? - Nope.
It's your birthday present. My birthday's not for two weeks.
I know.
But you're still my little Rabbit, right?
I need to get to sleep.
(Engine doesn't crank)
(Turns key, engine doesn't crank)
Bunny! What up, doe?
Heard about you and Janeane, dawg.
- Thought you might be back home. - This ain't my home.
Why you up so early?
Up, man? I ain't even been to bed, dawg.
- I came to talk to you... - Yo, I don't got time to talk right now. I'm late for work.
- Can you give me a ride? - My ma's got the car.
- Yo, don't tell nobody I'm livin' back here. - All right, dawg.
What happened to you last night? I heard you got caught out.
People sayin' some fucked up shit.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Man, why you still goin' to The Shelter, dawg?
Ain't nobody down there but a bunch of clowns who ain't got deals and never gonna get deals.
- You need to stay at home. You know Wink's got ya. - Whatever, man.
Look, I'm telling you, man, I'm on my way.
And I'm takin' you with me. You're the franchise, baby.
- The franchise? - Yeah.
I'm takin' a fuckin' bus to work, man.
Look. I was just on the horn with my man Roy Darucher.
- That promo guy? - Yeah. Now Roy's all hooked up at 98.
So what's he need you for?
What's he need me for? Talent, dawg.
And you know that's my specialty.
I'm the one that tipped him on Big O and got that fat man out of flippin' burgers.
Roy liked what he heard, split some cash out for that nigga's demo...
and... boom... just like that, Big O got himself a deal, and it's all because of me.
- Roy paid for Big O's demo? - Every penny.
If they thought Big O was hot, wait till they get a taste of B-Rabbit.
I'm building an empire. I'm taking you with me. You're next.
- A'ight. I'll talk to you later. - A'ight.
- Call me later, dawg. - Okay.
(Rap beat)
("8 Mile" draft by Eminem) ♫ Feel like ♫ ♫ Still might ♫
♫ Still write ♫
♫ Real life ♫
♫ Gonna jump on stage ♫ ♫ Kill mikes ♫
♫ Still white ♫ ♫ Hate life ♫
♫ Brake lights ♫ ♫ Stage fright ♫
♫ Drawin' a blank, like ♫
Up! Down!
- What up, Manny? - You was late today, Smith. - I know.
It wasn't my fault. My car wouldn't start.
It ain't never your fault. I don't want to hear it.
I guess this probably isn't the best timing,
but I really need some extra shifts, Manny.
Are you shittin' me? You just started working here... Hey, Dutton!
- Is he shittin' me? - What?
You late again, Smith, and you're fired.
I'm lookin' for John Latourno.
- I can take you. - I don't think so, Smith.
- Right this way. - Thank you.
("Sweet Home Alabama" playing) (Greg singing off-key)
- Greg: ♫ Big wheels keep on turnin' ♫ - Who the fuck is that?
- Greg Buehl. - Greg: ♫ Carry me home to my kin ♫
That dude is practically livin' with my fuckin' mom, dawg.
- ♫ Singin' songs about the Southland ♫ - They met at bingo.
Wait. Greg Buehl? (Continues)
He went to our school, right?
(Chuckles) Greg: Yeah!
I got to save up some money and get the hell out of here.
This shit is ridiculous. (Continues... Guitar)
♫ Well, Jimmy moved in with his mother ♫
♫ 'Cause he ain't got no place to go ♫
♫ And now I'm right back in the gutter ♫
♫ With a garbage bag ♫ ♫ that's full of clothes ♫
Bust it, bust it. ♫ 'Cause you live at home in a trailer ♫
- ♫ What the hell you gonna do ♫ - Yee-haw!
♫ 'Cause I live at home in a trailer ♫
- ♫ Mom, I'm comin' home to you ♫ - Break it down.
Well, my name is Jimmy. His name's Greg Buehl.
- Me, him and you, we went to the same school - School
This ain't cool I'm in a rage
He's tappin' my mom We're almost the same age
On the microphone I drop bombs
Look at this car Thanks a lot, Mom
Here, happy birthday, Rabbit
Here's a brand-new car You can have it
A 1928 Delta
The shit won't even get me to The Shelter
And I can't even say I'm from Motown
'Cause I'm back in the 8-1-0 now
♫ 'Cause I live at home in a trailer ♫
♫ Mom, I'm comin' home to you ♫
Jimmy, you know there's another battle next week, right?
- And I don't want to hear shit about it. I'm signin' you up. - Man, don't.
- Come on. You got to battle. - Future, I'm not you, dawg.
- Look at me. - Listen, once they hear you,
it won't matter what color you are.
Look, you win some of these battles,
3-1-3rd will have all the street credit we need, with you and me as the anchors.
Yo, did you hear that, uh, Wink has been talkin' to that promo guy?
(Chuckles) Yeah. I heard that bullshit.
- Look, Wink is scandalous, dawg. - Could be a shot.
You know I'm tryin' to get straight with the Lord, my man up there.
So I don't really like bringin' too much negative toward my positive world.
But Wink is just talkin' shit. There'll be no action, just talk...
♫ Sweet home Alabama ♫
You got a cigarette?
(Laughing)
- The dude mentally ill? - Car accident, man.
He's supposed to get some big settlement check soon or some shit.
Man, will you hurry up with that thing?
- Yo, try it now. - (Sighs)
(Engine cranking) Give it some gas.
(Engine starts, revs)
(Laughing)
That's what I'm takin' about, baby.
Come on, man, we goin' out tonight.
- Uh! Uh! - Tonight? - Yeah, tonigh...
Look, fuck last night. Okay? Forget it.
What about gettin' straight with the Lord?
Come on, man, it's Saturday. I can get straight with the Lord on Sunday.
(Chuckles)
(Hip-hop) Oh, hey, "B", I got these new beats, man.
You know how much I like your mom and everything, "B"...
Shit. How much I really, really like your mama, Rabbit. (Laughs)
But she wasn't doin' you no favor when she left you this car, man.
- Fuck you. Get out and walk. - At least the radio plays.
(Rap) What up with the whole East Coast/West Coast thing?
- Word. - We got to put the Mo on the map.
Yeah. Talk about the 3-1-3.
Man, nobody even knows Detroit is in 3-1-3.
3-1-3! 3-1-3!
What the fuck you talkin' about? You from 8-1-0.
Man, we just got to make our own sound. Fuck everybody else.
Then we get us a deal, go platinum,
get cheesed out...
and get all the bitches!
- All the ho's. - Mmm!
Do you think I have a big head?
- (Clears throat) - Ohh! Ohh!
- Oh, shit! - Why'd you bring that damn thing, man?
- Oh, man. Do it! - Shoot! Shoot!
- Pinkeye, bitch! - Let me see! Let me see! Let me see!
Let me show you motherfuckers how to shoot something. Let me show you.
Do it, do it, do it. (Horn honking)
Oh, okay, okay. Here we go. Here we go.
Here it is. Here it is. Here it is.
- Take the wheel, man. - Come on, Jimmy. Come on, man.
- Take the gas. You got the gas. - Man, come on, Rabbit.
D.J. Iz: Hey, Rabbit, get back in the car, man.
Hit the bus! Hit the bus! Hit the bus!
- Ooh! - Oh, no! - No! Don't do that!
Oh, shit, man!
What the fuck is wrong with you? (Laughing)
(Laughing, yelling) (Siren blaring)
- Oh, shit! - Fuck!
Toss the weed! Toss the weed, Cheddar!
- Toss the motherfuckin' weed! - Throw it out!
(Music, engine stops) What the fuck you doin'?
- The fuckin' car just died, dawg. - Oh, come on, man.
I told you stupid-ass niggas not to be doin' that shit.
(Siren blaring, approaching)
That rifle ain't mine, right, Jimmy? I don't want to go to jail.
- Shut the fuck up, Cheddar. - I'm fuckin' serious. I get claustrophobic.
- You were scared. - You were scared.
- No, you were scared. - You were scared.
Man, you know how many abandoned buildings we have in Detroit?
How are you supposed to take pride in your neighborhood with shit like that next door?
And does the city tear 'em down?
No. They too busy building casinos and taking money from the people.
Shut your preachin' ass up. Nobody care about that shit.
Did you care when that crackhead raped that little girl?
You think that would have happened if he didn't have an abandoned house to take her to?
- They caught him, didn't they? - Yeah, they caught him.
Dumb motherfucker went back to the house.
How stupid could a nigga be?
- Yo, Rabbit. What's happening under that hood, man? - It's just a short. Chill out.
I ain't gettin' back in that piece of shit. It's a deathtrap.
I think Jimmy's mom's tryin' to kill him.
- Yeah. But she's so goddamn fine. - Hell, yes.
Don't be sayin' shit about my mom or my fuckin' car, man.
I hear everythin'.
He a ninja now? (Engine starts)
- Hey, Rabbit! - Okay, okay, okay.
- It's about time. - Money under the hood. Money on the mike
- Freaky gals here we come - Yo. Let me get a light, D. J.
(Rap on radio)
♫ I gotta get mine ♫ ♫ You gotta get yours ♫
(Ends) (Song changes)
(Rapping)
Future: Aw, shit. What the fuck's goin'on out here?
- What's up, man? You all right? - Yeah, I'm cool.
- Yeah? You sure? - Yeah.
- You the man, Rabbit. - Yeah.
I use my voice to speak the fiery frame, try and refrain
Come on, baby, it's redemption time. Come on, man. Come on, man.
I be the nigga in The Shelter I aim to change
3-1-3 area Bomb and bury you with vengeance
My rhyme sentences will put an end to your existence
With a rigorousness Niggas, I'm serious
Delirious Cause a curious
Pause the fury calls Through my jaws from devouring y'all raw
- Whoo! - Okay, okay. 3-1-3rd, we in the house.
You know what I mean. Mac Mitten's finest. D.J., give me that beat.
- (Iz imitating beat box) - Come on. Come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh.
You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical
The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual Heterosexual
Syllables, they sound complex to you
Line's perplexin' you With words that could put a hex on you
Snap that neck on you Murder you, boil you
We keep a white boy or two Let my man grab the mike
You'll see how Bunny Rabbit do Come on, man.
Come on, man. Come on. Kick that shit, baby. Come on.
Come on, man.
- Uh, uh. - Watch that nigga kick this shit.
Uh, uh.
- All right, speed it up a little bit, Iz. - Come on, baby.
All right, look. Yo. Yo.
Your style is generic Mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade You need clinic aid
My techniques bizarre and ill I scar and kill
You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill
As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me Like I look familiar
You wanna battle. You beat around the bush like you scared to lick pussy
So you eat around the tush I need a clown to push
Someone that I can bully. Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully
Me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz. I lead the new school
You're a buster without the rhymes, I'll crush the shit out ya lines
Now I'm Da Sheki Smokin' da leaky leaky
Ten freaky girls inside the Chin Tiki
Girl, when you see me You better believe me
This ain't a game And pimpin' ain't easy
Anything goes when it come to ho's
I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows
You better ask someone if you don't know
When you see me girl say What up, doe
Chin Tiki girls Chin Chin Chin Tiki girls
Oh, shit. Look, man. (Chattering stops)
Listen up now. Leadaz of Tha Free World in the motherfuckin' house.
- Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here. - Yeah.
- Told you them niggas was talkin' shit. - Man, fuck Tha Free World.
- Yeah! Fuck Tha Free World! (Chuckles) - Fuck Tha Free World?
You 3-1-3rd bitches is wack.
Hey, yo, fat ass Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol
I bet if I kicked you in your chest, pork chops will fall out your asshole
You cats is pussy Soft like wet flowers
Leadaz of Tha Free World here to smash all you cowards
- Look at Future... - Don't even start, nigga.
- What you gonna do about it, faggot? - Who you callin' a faggot?
Don't play yourself, bitch.
Hold on. Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this.
You need to take that white-ass rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile.
Caught your choke act at The Shelter last night.
(Laughing)
Oh, shit! (Yelling)
Hey, what you gonna do about this, niggas?
- Come on, man. - No, no, no. Put the shit down.
- Come on, now! - Pull out! Pull out!
- Chill, man. Come on, man. - Yo, yo. It's cool.
Come on, now. It's cool.
- Yo, come on, man, let's go. - Come on!
I should fuck you up, Cheddar.
What the fuck were you thinkin', man? "Fuck Tha Free World."
You just said it. (Hip-Hop)
Yeah, Hip-Hop Shop. Leadaz of Tha Free World. A'ight, dawg.
Hey, Hip-Hop Shop, Wednesday night.
Come on down. Come on down.
Hey, girl, uh, it's gonna be your only opportunity to blow the both of us, baby.
'Cause after we go platinum, you won't be able to get to me and Future.
And, uh, why do they call you Future?
See, I had a lot of names, you know, the most conceited kind.
I was, uh, Maximum Brimstone, Godfather "D" Devastatin' "D"
Big "D"...you know, that has a double meaning to it.
But see, none of those really worked for me...
till I started hosting those battles down at The Shelter.
One day, somebody said, "You know what, man?
You are the future of hip-hop in Detroit."
So you see, baby, sometimes you got to find your name and, uh,
other times, your name finds you.
You want to smoke some ganja?
See, that's our problem. If we don't respect our sisters, who will?
Yo, we're doin' it to ourselves.
He's my brother. He don't like pussy.
Yo, Rabbit. Teach me to write rhymes.
That's the way to get the ladies, right?
Let me out.
Yo, yo, hold up. Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't know Papa and L.C. were on their bullshit until tonight.
Look, man, you know I wouldn't be messin' with them...
except I'm promotin' a show with them at the Hip-Hop Shop next week.
Those Free World bitches?
You see that the fuck I'm talkin' about, Jimmy?
Look, man, they're just one of the acts.
Hey, Jimmy, if you want, I'll step out, man. You're my friend.
- I don't want you bein' mad at me. - Man, do what you want to do.
Yeah, do what you want to do, dawg.
Only respect, baby. Let's go.
Respect yourself, sister.
Hey, don't you ever shut up, man?
Why you got to push me? Damn, Future.
Man, what the hell is his problem?
- Future? - Yeah.
- Thinks sometimes you talk some bullshit. - Who is he to say what's real?
Just 'cause he hosts those battles?
Ain't that Janeane over there?
- Oh, yeah. - I thought she was pregnant.
- I'm out, dawg. I'll be outside. - Yeah.
- A'ight. - A'ight, man.
By myself.
(Laughing)
- I'm gonna ask him. - Well, here's your chance, go ahead.
- You're Jimmy Smith, Jr. - Yeah.
My name's Alex.
So did you find the guy you was lookin' for?
- What guy? - The friend.
Yeah. That was my brother. I was borrowing a car.
So... I hear you're a real dope rapper.
- A dope rapper? - Yeah.
Who told you I was a dope rapper?
You know, it's around.
If you're so dope, what you doin' workin' over at Dead End Stampin'?
- Your brother works there. - Yeah, my brother's a loser.
What about you?
I'm workin' at Intermezzo, savin' up enough cash to get out of this place.
Well, busin' dishes is much better than pressin' bumpers.
I'm not gonna be there long.
- Where are you goin'? - New York.
I won this modeling contest a couple of months ago.
One of the judges said he could help me out.
- Just got to get a book together. - What if he ain't for real?
All I'm lookin' for is a ticket.
Yo, Rabbit. You and your new friend want to bounce to an after-hours spot?
Rabbit?
Let me go ask my friends.
- So how'd it go? - Guys, why don't we go to this after-hours club?
- So where we goin'? - Hmm? Oh. My house.
- What about your mom? - Workin' nights now.
- This the after-hours spot? - Heck, yeah.
Can some of us ride with you?
(Laughing)
- Why do they call you Rabbit? - He's fast and he likes to fuck.
- Oh, well. - Get your hand off my balls!
- Man, why do you be all ignorant for? - Oh, shit! Jimmy.
- What's the matter with you? - My bad, you guys.
- So you signed anything yet? - Not yet, but but I'm workin' on a little somethin' somethin'.
- Yeah? - Yeah. He's gonna be courtin' a demo at MCA soon.
- Really? - Yeah, well...
If you really want to see Jimmy flow,
make sure you come down to the next battle at The Shelter.
Yeah! He's the best!
- Shut up, Cheddar. - When's the battle? - Friday night.
Yeah? Can I come?
There's no way I'm fuckin' battlin' next Friday, dawg.
You know damn well you're gonna battle if she's there.
'Cause you're gonna want to be the man, you know what I'm sayin'?
- All right, man. Just don't fuckin' push. - Guess we all need to be pushed.
Ha. My bad. I'm sorry. (Laughing)
- You gonna let him push you? - You could never catch me and you never will!
Out of my way, freaky girl! (Laughing)
Wipe your feet!
(Hip-hop)
- You like? - Hmm?
- She's getting out of the "D," though. - Hey, bro, please.
That's what they all say.
Nah. I think she's different.
Hey, man, that chick really blew both you guys?
I'm a sinner, James.
Come to the church with me in the morning, a'ight?
Hey.
Uh, I saw you talkin' to Papa Doc in Chin Tiki.
- How you know him? - You mean Clarence?
He went to Cranbrook with Christine's brother.
- Do you want to dance? - Not right now.
Fuckin' Wink, man.
Tryin' to keep us in division with all that fake-ass, Big Willie wannabe talk.
- Shit wrong with a free demo. - Free comes with a dick right up your ass, Jimmy.
3-1-3rd is real. The shit that Wink is talkin' about is wack.
I don't understand why the media's not all over this.
It's just a matter of time before it all happens again. The city don't give a fuck.
Together: What the hell is he talkin' about?
That abandoned house where that little girl got raped.
D.J. Iz: What you call "an attractive nuisance."
You better believe that place wouldn't still be standing if it was on the other side of 8 Mile.
It could have been Lily, Rabbit.
Burn this shit down to the ground. Burn it down.
- That's what I'm talkin' about. - Okay, I got it.
Fuckin' yeah, man. Let's burn this fuckin' thing down.
- Let's go, Cheddar. - This is the definition of an attractive nuisance.
- Hey, Rock! Come on, Rock. Let's burn this thing. - Right behind you, man.
- That's what I'm talkin' about. - Yeah, baby.
Could have sworn I had some matches. You got some?
- You got my lighter? - I gave it back to you.
- I got one. - Wink, you got the lighter?
All: No!
- Oh, shit! Get out! - Run!
Hey, what the fuck, you guys?
I'm out! Fuck you, Cheddar!
(Laughing)
Hey, Rabbit, word!
Rah! Hey, I burned the house down! (Laughing)
Together: ♫ The roof ♫ ♫ The roof ♫
♫ The roof is on fire ♫ ♫ We don't need no water ♫
♫ Let the motherfucker burn ♫ ♫ Burn, motherfucker ♫
- ♫ Burn ♫ - It's almost beautiful.
When I was little, I used to want to live in a house like this.
You know, how it used to be.
You live with your family? (Siren blaring, distant)
I got out of there as quick as I could.
Left home when I was 17. What about you?
Sort of the same. (Cheering, shouting)
(Dog barking)
When you record a demo,
I'd really love to be there.
Alex. Hey, girl.
You're gonna be great. (Siren blaring)
I got a feelin' about ya. Woman: Let's go, Alex.
See ya. See ya.
(Sirens blaring, continues)
Future: Cheddar, bring your ass on! Come on!
(Sirens, approaching)
(TV playing)
TV character: Doggone pesky mosquitoes. Now, let's see.
Oh, yeah. And the mirror said...
- Shit! - What's the matter?
We're bein' evicted. Goddamn it!
Come on, Mom. Not in front of Lily.
I can't let Greg find out about this.
Fuck Greg.
Okay. I'm three months late.
- We got 30 days to come up with the money. - What do you mean "we"?
If you're gonna live here, you got to start chippin' in, Rabbit.
When's Greg gettin' his settlement check? Get the money from him.
No, no, I can't.
He's gonna ask me and Lily to move away with him.
Someplace nice, real soon.
- I can't freak him out. - You got to stop livin' your life like this.
If you really cared about Lily, you would get a job and quit fuckin' around.
I got to go. Be late for work.
What are you doin' with your life that's so great, Rabbit?
Wink's workin' on a deal where I can get free studio time...
to record my demo.
Yeah. Right.
Bye, baby.
Alex Latourno Hotter than an inferno
- Up! - Hotter than a crack house
- Down! - Burn internal
Up! Down!
I don't know why Manny's got to give me so much shit all the time, man.
Maybe it's 'cause you keep giving him reason to.
Stick to the plan, man.
Just do your work and shut the fuck up.
Up!
Down!
Why haven't you called?
Janeane, I can't talk about this here. You're gonna get me fired.
- I'm your girlfriend. - No, you're not my girlfriend.
We broke up. I'll call you later.
You just took off without sayin' a word.
- At least I left you the car. - Was it 'cause I said I was pregnant?
Come on, Janeane. I know why you said that bullshit.
- You got to get out of here. - I didn't know what else to do.
- Tell me why you left and I'll leave you alone. - It's not you, okay?
Janeane, it's me. It's my shit. I had to go.
Why? What are you running from?
Nothing. Would you just go?
You know that everybody's calling you a loser from the other night?
- Who said that? - Everybody's talking about it.
How you froze up and got booed offstage.
- Fuck you, Janeane. Go home. - (Chuckling)
- What was all that about? - I'm sorry, Manny. It wasn't my...
- It won't happen again. - Good.
Don't be bringin' that shit around here.
Now get back to work.
- Rakim was the first rapper to get complex lyrics, man. - I give you Rakim, no question.
- But as far as beat and lyrics go, Biggie is the bomb. - I don't believe this shit.
Y'all gonna talk about complex shit and then leave out my man Tupac.
- Fuck Tupac! - Fuck Tupac? Nigga, you crazy!
- Pac's the only lyrical motherfucker out there. - His shit do got emotion.
- What about the Beasties? - Future: Man, fuck the Beasties.
How you even gonna bring the Beasties' shit in the mix?
They bust some serious shit.
No. The white boys, that's more like busters on some serious shit.
I ain't gonna be bumpin' no Beastie,
but it's always easier for a white man to succeed in a black man's medium, right?
Future: Word up. That's true.
Yo! Whoa!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - All right.
What you doin', man? Rabbit!
- Oh, shit! - Don't you worry, Rabbit. I got your back.
Hey. Hey, what's up, "B"?
- You wanna fuck with us, bitch? - Shut your bitch-ass up.
(Yelling) Get off my man!
Yo, get off me, man!
(Gunshot)
Yeah! You wanna fuck with us? Huh?
- Fuck with us, yeah? - Cheddar, what the fuck are you doin'?
- Where did you get that shit? - It's my mom's.
Man, put that shit away, dawg, before you fuckin' kill somebody!
- Papa Doc had one! - Put it away!
- Man, put that down, man. - Come on, Cheddar.
- Okay. All right. (Gunshot) - Fuck man!
- Oh, shit! - What the fuck?
- Shit. - Let's get out of here.
- You all right, man? - Oh, shit!
(All yelling) We got to get him to a hospital, dawg.
Keys? Where are the keys? Get the fuckin' car!
(Yelling) I got to put pressure on it.
- Try not to think about it. - He shot his fuckin' dick off!
- Did I? - Man, shut the fuck up, man!
- Future, take Gratiot to McDougall. - I live here too.
- I know how to get there. - Then fuckin' get us there then!
Rabbit's gonna teach me how to write rhyme.
What the fuck were you doin' with a gun anyway, man?
What the fuck were you doin' with those motherfuckers?
- You know I had a show tomorrow night! - Calm the fuck down!
- What are y'all trippin' about? - M.C. Bob.
- What? - M.C. Bob.
- Man, what are you talkin' about? - Is that a good name?
- What's wrong with Cheddar Bob? - I like M.C. Bob.
- Right? - Yeah. M.C. Bob.
Wink: I'm the one that got that fat man out of flippin' burgers.
- Really? - Yeah. Now Roy's gotta interview him down at JLB.
And I'm gonna be there. Oh, it's finna be on.
So the doctor said that he hit an artery, but he's gonna be okay.
- Oh, yeah. That's good, man. - Where you been?
- Prayin'. Is he all right? - Yeah. It's cool.
Let's go.
Wink was just tellin' us how he got in with Roy Darucher.
Yeah. Shit's hot, man.
Sol George: He doin' an interview down at JLB.
Why you even listenin' to this clown?
- What? - You heard me.
Clown. (Turning key, engine dead)
Man, I don't even know why you got to be all like that.
This is a good deal for him. This shit is for real.
Oh. It's for real?
Like that time you said your cousin worked for Dr. Dre? (Snickering)
Or like that time you were real tight with that intern in Russell Simmons' office?
(Laughing) Or how about the time...
Man, shut the fuck up!
Why you always givin' me shit, man?
I mean, is it because I'm makin' moves?
Or is it because your ass is stuck hosting battles for, like, two years?
- You're a fuckin' loser. - Who the fuck you callin' a loser?
Chill, man! Chill! How can you guys fight about this shit now?
I know what you're trying to do with our group, bitch!
(All yelling)
Cheddar's layin' up in the fuckin' hospital and you guys want to fight about this?
So fuckin' stupid.
Wink: Forget this car, "B."
I'll give you a ride to work in the morning.
Woman on TV: I'm afraid you've made a mistake.
I don't have any little colored girl in my class.
Woman #2: Why, there's Sarah Jane.
- There's my baby. - You mean Sarah Jane Johnson?
Yes, ma'am. I'm Mrs. Johnson.
Sarah Jane, baby, I brought you...
Sarah Jane!
- Jimmy: Did you win at bingo tonight? - No.
You record your demo yet?
What happened to you?
Cheddar Bob had an accident. He's fine. I'm fine.
You and your friends.
Mom, don't start, please.
It's been a long fuckin' night.
Tell me about it.
Me and Greg are havin' problems.
- He found out about the eviction? - No.
- The settlement check ain't comin'? - No, it's comin'
It's comin'. It's our... It's our sex life.
Mom, I don't want to hear this shit.
I mean, it's good. It's real good.
- But he just doesn't like... - Mom, I don't want to hear this.
- Greg won't go down on me. - Mom!
Hey, Sol. You ever wonder what point you gotta just say, "Fuck it, man"?
Like when you gotta stop livin' up here and start livin' down here?
It's 7:30 in the morning, dawg.
(Chuckles)
- Yo, thank your mom for the car, dawg. - A'ight.
Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired
Of fuckin' with this steel
They only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill
My body achin' just to get a buck
I'm sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck
Nasty-ass food. I'm in a nasty-ass mood.
I should have called in sick Shit, I had somethin' to do
I can't believe I'm hearin' all this ravin' and rantin'
From Vanessa up here at the New Detroit Stampin'
You need to get your food and take your ass back to work
You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps will work
Look at y'all Standin' out here freezin' like dumb fucks
Rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck
Who want what Who pumped up to get rolled up
I spit venom in every direction Soak some up
Look at this fat-ass nigga Sloppy sucker
You an ugly motherfucker Your pop should have wore a rubber
Stop rhymin' Keep your day job, Vanessa
Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser
Speaking of dresses Take a look at Paul the fruitcake
When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase
Made out of lace from Victoria's Secret
If ten men came in a cup you'd probably drink it
(Crowd groaning, laughing)
Okay folks Enough with the gay jokes
Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh, loc
Who is this... His style is doo-doo
You've worked here longer than me and I get paid more than you do
Serious, man. Dawg, take a seat
What's this guy standin' in line for He ain't got money to eat
Check this out Yo, yo
This guy cashed his whole check and bought one Ho-Ho
(Laughing) Fuckin' homo, little maggot You can't hack it
Paul's gay, you're a faggot
At least he admits it Don't even risk it
This guy's starvin' to death Someone get him a biscuit (Laughing)
I don't know what they told you, Mike
You must have had them cornrows rolled too tight
This job, you wanna quit But you can't
You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant
Look at your goddamn boots For Christ sakes
They're startin' to grow roots (Laughing)
On this mike you get faded
- You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it - Crowd: Ooh!
Hey, why you fuckin' with the gay guy, "G"
When really you're the one who's got the H.I.V.
- Crowd: Ooh! - Man, I'm done with this clown. He's soft.
Fuck it I'll let homegirl finish you off
(Yelling)
Vanessa: A guy like you would never get a real woman You jackass, go jack off
- That's the only way you comin' - Hey, lookin' for your brother?
I was. (Vanessa continues, indistinct)
Do you want to do somethin' tonight?
Are you askin' me out on a date, Jimmy Smith, Jr.?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.
Why don't you take me somewhere now?
Come on.
(Chuckles)
Where are we going?
Man: Bro! We gotta start that second pallet!
(Panting)
(Unzipping)
(Sighs)
(Gasping intensifies)
(Chuckles) (Sighs)
You were so good outside.
- In line at a lunch truck? - Yeah. And at the Chin Tiki the other night?
And that demo thing with Wink?
You're gonna get a deal soon.
(Whispers) I feel it.
You was in the parkin' lot the other night?
My friends think you're crazy.
Yo, your friends don't even know me.
(Clattering, banging)
(Knocking on door) D.J. Iz: Man, ain't nobody here.
Future: I can't believe they sent him home already.
If you ain't got insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you up.
- Where the fuck else would he be? - Just thank God he's alive.
(Scoffs) No. Thank God he didn't shoot his fuckin' dick off.
That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm tellin' you.
Record labels supply niggas with the benefits they need.
Dawg, if we sign us a deal, you can take the motherfuckin' benefits.
We talkin' Bentleys and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.
I don't give a fuck about none of that.
I just wanna hear 3-1-3rd on the box, know what I'm sayin'?
One of them strong songs on JLB, you know?
We need to save that shit up, put it into savings bonds.
- We can build our own studio... - Savings bonds?
Let me ask you a question, dawg.
How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and phat rides,
- No goddamn savings bonds. - That's all we ever do, man, is talk shit.
"We need to get fine bitches and phat rides!"
"No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds."
"No, what we need to do is get our songs on JLB."
Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin'.
We're still broke as fuck and live at home with our moms.
Yo, I'm outta here. I'll catch you guys later.
- Man, get yo' mad, ramblin' ass in the car! (Laughs) - Yeah.
- I hope you get a new ride soon. - Maybe for that birthday trippin' ass.
I'm gonna call yo mama, see what I can work out. (Laughing)
- Future: I got shotgun, Shabba. - (D.J. Iz laughing)
Sol: Nigga, get in the back, Farrakhan.
(Car door opens)
(Door slamming, engine starting)
(Rap on TV, indistinct)
Man, why you pretendin' to be asleep?
Yo, I seen you out the window, Bob.
I didn't feel like talkin'.
Why not?
I didn't want them makin' fun of me.
Do you know what I'm sayin' Rabbit?
- Yeah. - You do?
M.C. Bob.
(Chuckles)
(Shuts off engine)
(Lily laughing)
It's like you see in the magazines and stuff?
Without doubt.
Hey, Rabbit. Where ya been?
You call him Rabbit, too? I gave him that nickname.
- Stop it. - No, I did. When he was little,
he had buckteeth and big ears... (Giggling)
He was so cute.
"Wike a wittle wabbit." Right, baby? (Laughing)
(Both continue laughing)
(Dog barking)
- I got some good news... - You brought her to my fuckin' moms?
What the fuck?
I invited her to my show. She said we had to come and get you.
What was I supposed to do? Look.
I been helpin' Al find a photographer for her book.
All she keeps tellin' me is how much she really likes you, man.
Damn! Now, check this, dawg.
I heard from my man Roy today.
Now, he's gonna be down to JLB tomorrow night.
- Doin' an interview with Big O and shit. - So what? - So what?
I dropped it! I told him about your skills, man.
I said, Jimmy Rabbit's your man! He said, bring him down...
and let me see what he can do.
Look, man, if everything goes well, you could be flowin' down 54 Sound next week.
Now, can you get your shit together in time?
Yeah. I can do it.
- My bad, man. - Oh, no problem, dawg.
(Snaps fingers) Big time, Jimmy.
Why'd you take off?
- I don't really live here. - So? Why'd you take off?
I just...
(Softly) I just...
You don't have to be embarrassed about where you live, Jimmy.
I don't live here!
What's up with you and Wink?
He's helpin' me get my book together.
Usin' his connections.
Same way he's helpin' you out.
So...
You probably have to stay home tonight, huh?
Yeah, I should work on some songs for my demo.
Okay.
(Dogs barking)
(Driving guitar)
♫ Palms are sweaty ♫
♫ Sweaty already, ♫ ♫ moms's spaghetti, he's nervous ♫
♫ Keeps on forgetting ♫ ♫ what he wrote down ♫
♫ He opens his mouth ♫ ♫ Words won't come out ♫
♫ The clock's run out ♫
♫ Turnin' and turnin' ♫
♫ You only get one shot, one shot, one shot ♫
♫ Opportunity-tunity lifetime ♫
♫ Lose yourself, lose yourself, lose yourself ♫
♫ Turnin' and turnin' ♫
♫ You only get one shot ♫ ♫ One shot, one shot ♫
♫ Opportunity-tunity lifetime, turn ♫
You know your mom's gettin' evicted?
Says right here.
"Tenant must vacate the premises...
due to non-payment of rent."
- You know about this? - Stephanie: Morning.
Sweetie, you want some cereal?
I was just talkin'to your precious son about this eviction situation.
You plan on tellin' me about this, huh?
Oh, honey, that was just a mistake.
- You're a fuckin' liar. - Hey, man!
No, no. Stay out of this, Rabbit.
It's okay, don't worry. I'm takin' care of...
Don't! (Screams)
Fuck, man! What the fuck is your problem?
- You don't touch my mother, man. - Just stay out of it. Stay out of it.
I'm out of here. Can't go out with someone like you.
Are you gonna let him just talk to you like this?
With two homeless kids. (Roaring, screaming)
Rabbit! Jimmy, no! No!
Rabbit! Jimmy! Jimmy, please!
(Grunts) Stop it!
Stop it! Stop!
Fuck you! (Lily crying)
- Rabbit! Don't! (Groans) - Fuck you!
Stop it! Stop it, Rabbit.
(Grunting, groaning)
(Crying)
Rabbit: Oh, my God. Lily. Come here, baby.
Come here.
It's okay.
Come here, baby. Come here.
It's okay.
(Sighing)
It's over. It's over, baby.
(Shuts off engine)
Yo, what up, doe?
Alex just called. I got one of my friends to take pictures of her when she gets off work.
So she needs a ride. You know, that's why she called.
- Yo, can you drive? - I don't care. I'll drive.
The others be here in a minute, so's my uncle can drop 'em off on the way to work.
Hey. I heard that you're battlin' tomorrow night.
- I'm doin' what? - Someone told me Future signed you up at The Shelter.
Who told you that? (Knocking on door)
(Door opening) - Yo, what up, dawg? - What up, dawg?
- Wink: Wipe your feet, dawg. - I ain't gonna wipe any feet.
- Hey, where yo' mama at? - Workin', dawg.
(Laughing) Yo mama! Tell yo' moms to hang all that shit up.
Yo, did you sign me up to battle tomorrow night at the fuckin' Shelter?
- (Chuckles) What? - You heard me. Don't play fuckin' stupid with me, man.
- Did you sign me up? - (Sighs deeply) Jimmy...
You know Papa Doc won last week, so he'll be defending his title.
You gotta try to take that shit from him, man.
- You win battles, you get respect... - I don't give a fuck, man!
I'm sick of you always thinkin' you know what's best for me, dawg.
You ain't my fuckin' father. I'm a grown man.
- Look, Jimmy, I know... - Look Jimmy nothin'. Fuck you!
I told you not to fuckin' sign me up. What the fuck?
- You wanna fight me now, huh? - Yo, you ain't the Future of shit, bitch!
You just David fuckin' Porter.
Hey, come on, fellas.
You know what?
Do what the fuck you wanna do, man.
'Cause I don't give a shit anymore.
I really fuckin' don't.
(Door opening, closing)
(Church bells ringing)
- So you comin' to JLB tonight? - I don't know, man.
(Rap on radio) I look like crap.
If we knew it was today, I wouldn't have never gone out drinking...
- ... after the show last night. - Wink: I could always reschedule.
No, no, no, no, no. I want to do it.
- Yeah. You want to do it? - I want to do it. Yeah.
When are we gonna see this little pictorial in a magazine, Alex?
Pictorial's for Playboy, fool. In fashion, it's "editorial."
- God damn, Frederick Douglass, will you shut the fuck up? - It's for her book, man.
- So she can get a job. - That's one book I'd definitely read.
D.J. Iz: That'd be the only one.
(Rap continues, indistinct)
- Don't forget this. - Thanks, guys.
- See ya. - Bye.
♫ Can't keep runnin' away ♫ Want me to come up?
That's okay. ♫ Can't keep runnin' away ♫
(Car door closes)
Mom.
- (Moans) - Mom, come on. Get up.
- Come on. - (Sighs deeply)
- Come on! - (Grunts)
- Greg left me. - Yeah?
(Lily babbling) He left me.
- (Grunts) Oh. - Damn!
- Come on. Get up. - Hi, honey.
It's okay, Lily. It's okay, honey.
(Voices on TV, indistinct)
His settlement check came in.
(Chuckling) His settlement check came in.
And now that he's got money,
he can't be with somebody like me anymore.
(Chuckling) It's Thursday. I got... I got...
I gotta go to bingo. Maybe he'll be there.
You're goin' nowhere. Better off without him.
Stop it! It's your fault he left me.
You ruined it! You ruined it. You fucked it all up for me.
Who's gonna want me now? Where are we gonna live?
We don't have any money! We don't have anything!
What am I gonna do?
- What am I gonna do? - What are you gonna do?
Lily's out there by herself right now!
Why do you got to be like this?
- What did we ever do to you? - Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of my house!
(Sobbing)
Come on, baby. Put your coat on.
(Grunts loudly)
We're goin' next door, okay? We're gettin' out of here. Come on.
Barney: I love you...
(Bell dinging)
- What floor is JLB on? - Twenty-eight.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
D.J.: When we look at Big O, what are we lookin' at, baby?
Big O: I'm givin' you poverty. I'm givin' you the slums.
That's where I'm from. So I put it all in the music.
- I'm lookin' for Wink Harris. - Who?
He's supposed to be here with Roy Darucher.
Oh, I think they're all down in Studio B.
- All right. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Big O: I did anything for free... anything for the exposure.
D.J.: No doubt. Big O, big ups and congratulations, playboy player.
You finally got your record on the radio. How does it make you feel, man?
Oh, man, that's much love. I want to thank you and WJLB, man...
for lookin' out for me like that, dawg, so much love.
I'm tryin' to put Detroit... the east side, for sure... on the map.
Know what I'm sayin'? And we gonna do it for real.
We'll get a pipeline to come through here, and the industry'll look at us...
and they'll sign all of us, man, we'll all be eatin'.
Big O: Whoa, whoa...
Wait, wait, wait... (Screams) Jimmy!
Stop it! Stop it!
I've seen you flippin' burgers, baby, I know I have!
(Chuckles) Yeah, I did that, man.
I thought I recognized your face, baby.
(Alex, screaming) Stop it! Fuckin' stop it! Please! Please stop!
Stop it! Jimmy, stop it! (Grunting, groaning)
Jimmy...
- How long you been in the game, baby? - Aw, man, roughly 15 years.
(Announcer, rapper's voices in distance)
It's an honor for me just to come on WJLB and have you doin' this for me.
- I really appreciate it. - D.J.: No problem, baby.
You know, we just here to represent the "D."
You know, and take care of our artists and take care of home.
And I hope you have a successful career, 'cause I know you puttin' it down.
You represent real hard for the 3-1-3.
For sure, man, I'm doin' it. I'm doin' it for y'all, man.
This is for Detroit. 3-1-3, baby. Love.
(Engine idling)
- Thank you, Mrs. Helgeland. - Any time, Jimmy.
- Have a good night. - Mm-hmm.
- Hey, did you have fun? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. I know.
(Bass speakers reverberating)
(Rap on car stereo)
Okay, baby. I want you to go inside. I want you to lock the door, okay?
Listen to me. Go inside, lock the door.
- I'll be in in a minute, okay? - Okay.
Okay. Go.
(Car doors slamming)
Go!
Yo, what up, bitch?
You ready to get knocked out, doe?
(Lyckety-Splyt chuckles) Wink said you lived in a trailer with your mom.
(Laughing) But we didn't believe him.
(Scoffing) (Blow landing, groaning)
Come on, Elvis. Get up.
Get up, bitch.
(Booming rap continues) Man: Get yo' faggot ass up and fight.
(Scoffs) What? What the fuck is you lookin' at?
(Groans)
Get down, you faggot. Get down!
- Jimmy! - (Grunting)
(Wink sniffing)
Come here. Get the fuck up there.
Stop it!
Fight me, you punk-ass bitch!
- What the fuck you gonna do? - (Grunts, groans)
I could end your shit right now, and nobody would even miss your ass.
No, no, no. No, no. Don't do this.
Come on. He's done.
- Free World, motherfucker. - (Coughing)
(Car radio bass continues thumping)
Lyckety: Don't forget to come to The Shelter tomorrow night! (Laughing)
Papa Doc: Yeah, see you down there you li'l rabbit!
(Panting)
Jesus! What happened to you?
- I fell. - You fell.
I fell.
Come on in. I'll make you something to eat.
What?
I'm your mother. I want to make you something to eat.
What's the big deal?
(Pot clattering)
I thought you wanted me out.
You want the fuckin' pancakes or not?
What's gotten into you?
- We're not gettin' evicted. - Why not?
I went to bingo.
And I won!
Thirty-two hundred!
- You're kidding me! - (Laughing) Nope.
Our luck's finally changing around here.
Did you mean what you said about doin' that demo with Wink?
(Clattering)
No.
I'm gonna do it on my own.
You know, Rabbit? I think that's the best way.
(Chuckles)
(Grunts)
Hey, Smith!
Hey! Smith!
- Are you all right? - I fell down some steps.
You been doin' much better here. You still want those extra shifts?
- Yeah. - You got 'em. I need you to work tonight. I'm a man short.
- Tonight? - Is that a problem?
- No problem. - Good.
- Go on. - Get back to work.
Hey, Manny!
Thanks.
- What up? - Shit.
Waitin' on this slow-ass ride.
What are you still doin' here?
Somebody called in sick, so I'm just fillin' in.
- She ain't waitin' on me. - I'll be back.
- What do you want? - I wanted to say good-bye.
I'm goin' to New York.
Yeah? And...
(Sighing) Can I give you a ride? There's some things...
No, I'm cool. Workin' overtime.
- Saving up for something special? - Yeah.
Studio time.
Good.
Good for you.
I was hopin' to see you at The Shelter tonight.
- But if you're afraid... - I'm not afraid of them guys.
I didn't say you were.
Bye.
Hey, Paul. Would you mind covering for me for a couple hours?
- Yeah, I can do that. - Thanks, man. - I owe you.
(Rap, muffled)
- Hey! It's Rabbit! Hey! - Come on, man.
Cheddar Bob: Yo, Rabbit, wait up!
What's up, man? What the hell happened to you?
- You straight? Look at your eye. - Yeah, man. I'm fine. Come on.
Wink's sayin' you blew up 'cause Roy Darucher wouldn't pay for your demo.
He's also sayin' some crazy shit about him and Alex.
We gonna jump those guys again?
Fuck that. I'm gonna battle 'em.
- For real? - Yeah.
(Scoffs)
(Muttering)
Damn. Yo, you guys comin' or what?
(Rap continues, in background)
Cheddar, I can rip you to a shred of cheddar cheese.
There's not a better M.C. than me.
I'm B-Rabbit, bitch. Sting like a bee.
Float like a butterfly. What am I?
So what if I cut a guy? Did I s-s-stutter, guy?
Leave you punch drunk From lunch truck to Shelter.
You never felt the wrath of helter-skelter melt ya,
got the belt for the welterweight champ.
You got in with a fake stamp. (Chuckles)
Garbage bag full of clothes, still pullin' ho's.
Rip you from head to toe, from leg to bullet hole.
Next gun, pull it slow. And aim at Tha Free World 'fore you let it go.
Instead of, "Oh! I just shot my dickhead." (Laughing)
And yes, you do got a big head. I can't call it.
Cheddar, where's your wallet? You're so drunk, you can out-drink the Alkoholiks.
Make 'em say, "Damn! Cheddar's the man.
He needs a can surgically removed from his hand..."
(All laughing)
You again? It look like a fuckin' handicap convention in here.
- Bunch of crippled motherfuckers. - Oh, yeah. Don't shoot!
Hey, yo. Let's get the fuck out of here.
Fuck them.
Yo, I need to get some privacy, guys.
Can I come?
(Continues, indistinct)
(Sighs) Hey, man.
- I apologize... - Stop it. Don't do it.
I ain't even trip. But you just make sure...
you flip the script on this shit tonight.
You understand me? Hmm?
(Slapping hands)
- Thank you. - It's on tonight, Rabbit.
(Sighs deeply) Let's do it.
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight!
How you feelin' out there? You feelin a'ight?
All right, all right, all right.
- Next up is L.C. Lyckety-Splyt. - Slaughter 'em, Lyckety. Slaughter 'em.
And my man B-Rabbit. B-Rabbit, where you at? B-Rabbit, come to the stage.
Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?
(Door opening) Sol George: Yo, homie. Where's he at?
Yo, "B." They're callin' your name. You drew Lyckety-Splyt in the first round.
- You okay with that? - Yeah.
Don't give a fuck who it is.
- Okay. - Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?
B-Rabbit? What're you sayin' brother?
Got everybody waitin'.
All right, let you all know, it's gonna be blazin' up in this bitch tonight.
Got a lot of dope rappers comin'to the stage, and it's gonna be nice.
One of these cats is goin' down a winner via sweet Papa Doc.
Trust me. If this shit is goin' where I think it is, I might want to stick around.
Come to the stage, Rabbit.
Come to the stage!
B-Rabbit, where you at? Oh, there he is. Come on.
All right, make way for the Rabbit. Let him come through.
Come on, let the artist get to the motherfuckin' stage.
Come on, man.
All right, come on up. Come on, B-Rabbit. Let him up, let him up.
You good? Choose somethin'.
- Heads. - Heads?
- You got it. - All right, my man.
I'm goin' first against this choke artist here.
- Well, baby, you got enough confidence. - Get serious.
Okay, do your thing. Forty-five seconds.
Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
(Drum track) Free World, okay?
Tell you somethin'.
(Bass, rhythmic shouting)
Check this out. Check this out.
Yo. This guy's a choke artist.
You catch a bad one, you better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin' up this mountain You're weak, I leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin' up shit's creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the "D"
You the new kid on the block 'bout to get smacked back to the boondocks
Fuckin' Nazi Your squad ain't your type Take some real advice
And form a group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell you You better use it This guy's a hillbilly
This ain't Willie Nelson music
Trailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath And have you look foolish
Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit
I know why they call you that 'Cause you follow Future
Like he got carrots up his ass crack
And when you acted up That's when you got jacked up and act stupid
Like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
I crack your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard
That Elvis'll start turnin' in his grave
(Laughing, groaning) Now I know why they left you out in the dark
Take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park
- Oh, no, oh! - Okay, okay, okay.
Very nice, very nice. Let me get that mike, man. Pretty good, pretty good.
Hip-hop 101. Hey, Bunny Rabbit. It's your turn, baby.
Forty-five seconds. Let this motherfucker feel it.
A'ight? Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
(Drums, bass)
- Come on, Rabbit! - Don't choke this time.
(Rhythm continues)
A'ight, look.
He's chokin'!
(Bass continues)
(Jeering, shouting)
Hey, yo.
This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon
The generic version
This crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here Except for these bitches
You want a German, eh That's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids
These Leadaz Of Tha Free World rookies Lookie
How could six dicks be pussies
Talkin' 'bout shit's creek Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles
This deep You're still gonna sink You're a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit This is a turtle race
He can't get with me spittin' this shit wickedly Lyckety-shot
- A spick-a-spickety, Split-Lickety - Oh, no, no!
I'm gonna turn around with a smile and walk my white ass back across 8 Mile
(Hooting, yelling)
Oh-h! Oh, oh! Say no mo'! That's what I'm talkin' about!
It's unanimous! Bunny Rabbit goes to the next round!
And Lyckety... Tell yo' mama I'll be over later.
Tell her to save me a plate.
You killed him. Good shit.
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight. Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Next up, next up, we got, uh... Ox and Strike.
Come to the stage, motherfuckers. We ain't got all day.
Yo, Rabbit! (Laughing)
Okay, okay, B-Rabbit. Call it!
- Heads. - Heads!
Choose. Lotto, it's on you, baby. You first.
- Don't matter none. - D.J., spin that shit!
(Bass, drums)
Oh, look! Oh, he's takin' his shirt off.
Come on, smack this cat, all right?
Lotto: Fuck this coward, dawg.
Free World's in the motherfuckin' house. What's goin' on, baby?
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward here once and for all.
I'm sick of this motherfucker.
Man: Rip it, Lotto. Rip it, baby, rip it! Yeah!
(Growls, clears throat)
Yo, I spit a racial slur Honky, sue me
This shit is a Harlem flick But the black guy doesn't die in this movie
(Cheering) Fuckin' with Lotto, dawg You got to be kiddin'
That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin'
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say
I got a better chance joinin' the K.K.K.
Know some real shit though, I like you... that's why I didn't want to be the one
You commit suicide to Fuck Lotto Call me your leader
I feel bad that I got to murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver
(Cheering) I used to like that show
Now you got me in fight back mode But oh well, if you got to go You got to go
I hate to do this I would love for this shit to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass
And all is well that ends okay So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you, but have a nice day"
(Groaning, cheering)
Whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.
Can't be bad. Can't be bad.
- Kill that fucked-up white boy. - That ain't shit. That ain't shit.
Settle down, settle down. Give the man a chance.
All right, Bunny Rabbit's up next. All right, B-Rabbit? You got the mike.
It's on you. You know what to do.
D.J.! Spin that shit! (Bass begins)
Man: He ain't got shit, I say!
What up? You got somethin'?
- Let me hear somethin'. - You can't fuck with us. Yeah.
- Let's see what you got. - Come on, Rabbit!
- Get him!
No more here. Nah!
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskell, Wally and Ms. Cleaver
Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin' He's paranoid
Quick, someone get his ass another steroid
Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah Blah-be-dee, blooh blah
I didn't hear a word you said Hippity-hoo blah
Is that a tank top Or a new bra
Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job
Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead Pay attention
- You're sayin' the same shit that he said - I'm gonna fuck you up!
Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit
Make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin' dope hit you
Fuck it, you could take the mike home with you
Crowd: Whoa! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you
Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you"
You see how far them white jokes get you, boys like
"How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you"
My motto, fuck Lotto I'll get the seven digits from yo' mother for a dollar tomorrow
(Cheering) Future: Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!
Whoo! (Laughing)
(Chattering) It's as real as it feels! It's as real as it feels!
A'ight, hold on, hold on. That was some close shit.
Let's see what's poppin'. A'ight, how are you feelin' about Lotto up here?
Okay, okay, okay. B-Rabbit.
Okay. We gonna do this again. We gonna do this again.
It's hard to judge. A'ight, we'll start with Lotto.
Okay, a lotta love. A lotta love. Lotta love.
What about B-Rabbit?
"B." got more! Say no more!
B-Rabbit advances to the next round!
He's goin' to the finals. He's goin' up against Papa Doc.
That's the way it's goin' down.
A'ight, check this. Check this. We're goin' to have a 15-minute intermission.
Make sure you tip the bartenders and all that. 15 minutes, y'all.
Y'all be back for the final round, all right?
Yeah, that's all right, 'cause Wink got mo' than seven digits from yo' bitch!
(Recorded rap begins)
Yeah. You hit it, kid.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Ha-ha!
Man, fuck him. Fuck Lyckety, man.
Yo, that Leave It To Beaver line almost killed me.
You flipped it on him. You got it, man. You're a fuckin' genius, man.
Just make sure you serve this clown in the next round for me, please.
- Whup Papa Doc's ass. - Yeah, he ain't got no vocabulary.
- Are you worried about what he's gonna say? - What do you mean?
You know, about Wink and that Alex bitch gettin' it on...
and then, them beatin' you up and givin' you a black eye and shit?
- Come on, Cheddar! - Fuck all that. Listen to me, man.
- You makin' history tonight. (Chuckling) - It ain't nothin'. You got him.
- Oh, yeah. - You got this.
(Cheering, whistling)
Oh! Now right beside me is the championship round.
And yes, believe it's real.
It's time! We got Papa Doc...
and we got B-Rabbit.
Now, I don't even have to stress how important this is.
It's the championship!
This motherfucker is what we came to see. Know what I'm sayin'?
That's why the fuck we're in the "D." We represent!
We at The Shelter, goddamn it! It's real! I hope y'all ready!
This shit is about to be already crackolatin' up in this bitch.
A'ight, hold on, hold on, hold on!
Gotta do this coin toss.
And bein' that Papa Doc is the champion, you get to choose.
- What do you want to do, heads or tails? - Heads.
Heads. (Coin ringing)
Okay. Who goes first?
Let that bitch go first.
Whoa, ho, ho. Whoa, ho, whoa!
I can't believe my ears. A lot of hostility!
Papa got a lot of anger!
All right, all right, all right. Hey, check this out.
We got new rules. We got new rules.
Bein' it's the championship round.
Each of these cats, they get a minute and a half apiece.
I don't know what's gonna happen. You ready?
You know what to do? D.J., kick that shit!
(Scratching)
(Crowd chanting rhythmically) Fight! Fight! Fight!
Now, everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up Look, look
Now while he stands tough Notice this man did not have his hands up
This Free World's got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big, bad wolf
One, two, three and to the four
One Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, four 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, one
You're Pac, he's Pac No Pac, none
This guy ain't no motherfuckin' M.C.
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white, I am a fuckin' bum I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin' here screamin' "Fuck Tha Free World"
Don't never try to judge me Dude, you don't know what the fuck I been through
But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook That's a private school
What's the matter, dawg You embarrassed
This guy's a gangsta His real name's Clarence
Clarence lives at home with both parents, Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
He don't know how to battle He's shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
He's scared to death He's scared to look At his fuckin' yearbook
Fuck Cranbrook (Music stops)
Fuck a beat. I go a cappella.
Fuck a Papa Doc. Fuck a clock. Fuck a trailer. Fuck everybody.
Fuck y'all if you doubt me! I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly.
And fuck this battle. I don't want to win. I'm outtie.
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
Papa Doc! What you gonna do?
D.J.! D.J.! A minute and a half! Spin that shit!
(Rhythm, bass)
(All chanting) What? What? What?
Yo.
(Chanting continues)
(Booing, cheering)
Whoa! Oh! Oh! Oh!
We got a new champion! We got a new champion! B-Rabbit!
- B-Rabbit! - Let's roll.
Fuck Free World! 3-1-3!
(Chanting continues)
(All chanting) B-Rabbit, B-Rabbit, B-Rabbit, B-Rabbit...
(Chanting continues)
3-1-3rd! We in the house!
Never get it twisted, this is my man right here!
- B-Rabbit! - This is my man, right here!
Yo, we have it, Rabbit. Yo, we on our way, dawg.
We gonna get that big deal soon!
And then we go get all the bitches!
- All the bitches! - All the bitches!
(Laughing) All the bitches!
- Where we goin'? - I'm goin' back to work.
Work?
Get the fuck outta here. You ain't goin' to work!
Yeah, you the man now, dawg. You ain't gotta work.
Yeah, fuck Wink. Fuck Tha Free World, we are the shit!
- Hey, what's up, y'all? - Hold on.
Look, man, I been thinkin'.
You and me to host the battles together.
You know what I'm sayin'? (Sighs)
Nah. That's you, dawg.
Come on. (Laughs)
Tell me you don't want to host with me.
I mean, you have everybody lookin' up to you,
everybody know who you are...
(Sighs) Yeah, but...
I think I kinda need to just do my own thing, man.
You know?
(Chuckles) Yeah. I think I do.
- A'ight, Rabbit. - Peace out, Rabbit!
(Guitar)
(Eminem, "Lose Yourself") ♫ Look. ♫
♫ If you had one shot ♫
♫ Or one opportunity ♫
♫ To seize everything ♫ ♫ you ever wanted ♫
♫ In one moment ♫
♫ Would you capture it ♫ ♫ Or just let it slip ♫
♫ Yo, his palms are sweaty ♫ ♫ Knees weak, arms are heavy ♫
♫ There's vomit on his sweater already ♫ ♫ mom's spaghetti ♫
♫ He's nervous but on the surface ♫ ♫ he looks calm and ready ♫
♫ To drop bombs but he keeps on ♫ ♫ forgetting what he wrote down ♫
♫ The whole crowd goes so loud ♫ ♫ He opens his mouth but ♫ ♫ the words won't come out ♫
♫ He's chokin' how ♫ ♫ Everybody's jokin' now ♫ ♫ The clock's run out ♫
♫ Time's up, over, blaow ♫ ♫ Snap back to reality ♫ ♫ Oh, there goes gravity ♫
♫ Oh, there goes Rabbit, he ♫ ♫ choked, he's so mad but he won't ♫ ♫ give up that easy ♫
♫ No, he won't have it ♫ ♫ He knows his whole back's ♫ ♫ to these ropes ♫
♫ It don't matter, he's dope ♫ ♫ He knows that, but he's broke ♫ ♫ He's so sad that he knows ♫
♫ When he goes back to this ♫ ♫ mobile home, that's when it's ♫ ♫ back to the lab again ♫
♫ Yo, this whole rap shit ♫ ♫ He better go capture this moment ♫
♫ And hope it don't pass him ♫
♫ Just melt in the music ♫ ♫ The moment you want it ♫ ♫ you better never let it go ♫
♫ You only get one shot ♫ ♫ Do not miss your chance to blow ♫
♫ This opportunity comes ♫ ♫ once in a lifetime ♫
♫ Give it up ♫ ♫ Just melt in the music ♫ ♫ the moment you want it ♫
♫ You better never let it go ♫ ♫ You only get one shot, do not ♫ ♫ miss your chance to blow ♫
♫ This opportunity comes ♫ ♫ Once in a lifetime ♫ ♫ Give it up ♫
♫ Soul's escaping, through ♫ ♫ this hole that is gaping ♫
♫ This world is mine for the taking ♫ ♫ Make me king ♫
♫ As we move toward a ♫ ♫ New World Order ♫ ♫ A normal life is boring ♫
♫ But superstardom's ♫ ♫ close to postmortem ♫ ♫ It only grows harder ♫
♫ Homie grows hotter ♫ ♫ He blows us all over ♫
♫ His ho's is all on him ♫ ♫ Coast-to-coast shows, he's ♫ ♫ known as the Globetrotter ♫
♫ Lonely roads, God only knows ♫ ♫ He's grown farther from home ♫
♫ He's no father, he goes ♫ ♫ home and barely knows ♫ ♫ his own daughter ♫
♫ But hold your nose 'cause ♫ ♫ here goes the cold water ♫
♫ His ho's don't want him ♫ ♫ no mo' he's cold product ♫
♫ And they moved on ♫ ♫ to the next schmo who flows ♫
♫ He nose-dove and sold nada ♫ ♫ And so the soap opera ♫
♫ Is told, it unfolds ♫ ♫ I suppose it's old, partner ♫
♫ But the beat goes on ♫ ♫ Dah-da-dum, da-dum da-dah ♫
♫ Lose yourself in the music ♫ ♫ The moment you want it ♫ ♫ You better never let it go ♫
♫ You only get one shot ♫ ♫ Do not miss your chance to blow ♫
♫ This opportunity comes ♫ ♫ once in a lifetime ♫
♫ Lose yourself in the music ♫ ♫ The moment you want it ♫ ♫ You better never let it go ♫
♫ You only get one shot ♫ ♫ Do not miss your chance to blow ♫
♫ This opportunity comes ♫ ♫ once in a lifetime ♫
♫ Give it up ♫ ♫ No more games ♫ ♫ I'm gonna change ♫
♫ What you call rage ♫ ♫ Tear this motherfuckin' roof off ♫
♫ Like two dogs caged ♫ ♫ I was playin'in the beginning ♫
♫ The mood all changed ♫ ♫ I been chewed up and spit out ♫ ♫ and booed off stage ♫
♫ But I kept rhymin' ♫ ♫ and stepped right in the next cypher ♫
♫ Best believe somebody's ♫ ♫ payin' the pied piper ♫
♫ All the pain inside ♫ ♫ amplified by the ♫
♫ Fact that I can't get by ♫ ♫ with my nine-to- ♫
♫ Five and I can't provide ♫ ♫ the right type of ♫
♫ Life for my family ♫ ♫ 'Cause man, these goddamn ♫ ♫ food stamps ♫
♫ Don't buy diapers ♫ ♫ And it's no movie ♫ ♫ There's no Mekhi Phifer ♫
♫ This is my life ♫ ♫ and these times are so hard ♫
♫ And it's gettin' even harder ♫ ♫ Tryin'to feed and water ♫ ♫ my seed plus ♫
♫ Teeter-totter caught up ♫ ♫ between bein'a father ♫ ♫ and a prima donna ♫
♫ Baby momma drama screamin' ♫ ♫ on her too much for me ♫ ♫ to wanna stay in one spot ♫
♫ Another day of monotony's ♫ ♫ gotten me to the point ♫ ♫ I'm like a snail ♫
♫ I've got to formulate a plot ♫ ♫ or end up in jail or shot ♫
♫ Success is my only ♫ ♫ motherfuckin' option ♫ ♫ Failure's not ♫
♫ Mom, I love you but ♫ ♫ this trailer's got to go ♫
♫ I cannot grow old ♫ ♫ in Salem's Lot, so here I go ♫ ♫ It's my shot ♫
♫ Feet fail me not ♫ ♫ This may be the only ♫ ♫ opportunity that I got ♫
♫ You better ♫ ♫ Lose yourself in the music ♫ ♫ The moment you want it ♫
♫ You better never let it go ♫ ♫ You only get one shot ♫
♫ Do not miss your chance to blow ♫ ♫ this opportunity comes ♫ ♫ once in a lifetime ♫
♫ Give it up ♫ ♫ Lose yourself in the music ♫ ♫ The moment you want it ♫
♫ You better never let it go ♫ ♫ You only get one shot ♫
♫ Do not miss your chance to blow ♫ ♫ this opportunity ♫ ♫ comes once in a lifetime ♫
♫ Move it up ♫
♫ You can do anything ♫ ♫ you set your mind to, man. ♫
(Drums, piano)
(Fades)