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?
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- 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 seeJimmy 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?
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Yo, thank your mom for the car, dawg. A'ight.
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Alex. Hey, girl.
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Come on, Mom. Not in front of Lily.
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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 Three-one-three 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. Three-One-Third, 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.
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[Rapping] [Future] Aw, shit. What the fuck's goin'on out here?
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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.
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Big wheels keep on turnin' Who the fuck is that? Greg Buehl. 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.!
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[Moaning] What the fuck? Oh, God. Oh, shit, Rabbit.
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Out of my way, freaky girl! [Laughing] Wipe your feet! [Hip-hop]
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What up, Manny? I know. You was late today, Smith. 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.
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, fifteen years. - [Grunting, Punch Landing]
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Did you mean what you said about doin' that demo with Wink?
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What are you doin' with your life that's so great, Rabbit?
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[Chuckles]
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Hey, did you have fun? Mm-hmm. Yeah. I know. [Bass Speakers Reverberating]