8 Mile
8 Mile is a 2002 American drama film written by Scott Silver and directed by Curtis Hanson. It stars Eminem in his film debut, alongside Mekhi Phifer, Brittany Murphy, Michael Shannon, Kim Basinger and Anthony Mackie, the latter also in his film debut. The film, which contains autobiographical elements from Eminem's life, follows Detroit rapper Jimmy Smith Jr. aka B-Rabbit (Eminem) and his attempt to launch a career in hip hop, a music genre dominated by African Americans. The title is derived from 8 Mile Road, the road between the predominantly black city of Detroit and the largely white suburban communities to the north that Eminem originally lived in. 8 Mile was a critical and commercial success. It opened at No. 1 in the US with $51.3 million grossed in its opening weekend and an eventual total of $242.9 million worldwide. The film's accompanying soundtrack (released by Universal's then subsidiary Universal Music, through Interscope and Shady/Aftermath) was also a commercial success, being certified quadruple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The film garnered numerous award nominations and wins, including an Academy Award for Best Original Song win for "Lose Yourself" for Eminem, Jeff Bass and Luis Resto at the 75th Academy Awards. 8 Mile was named one of the best films of 2002 by several publications.
[Rap] Word up, son, word Yeah. To all the killers and hundred dollar billers Fellas For real n... as 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] 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]
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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.
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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.
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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. I'm ready. You sure?
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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 ofhostility at the end of the 45 seconds. 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]
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- 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 laughingstock When will this laughin'stop When you and Everlast Bitch-ass, get popped You a wigga that invented rhyme for money Watch Li'I 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.
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Okay, okay. Forty-five seconds. Very nice. And you did a good job, Li'I Bitch... I mean, Li'I 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. Forty-five seconds, Rabbit. D.J., kick it.
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