Sarah Jane.! [Jimmy] Did you win at bingo tonight? No. You record your demo yet?
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You're gonna be great. [Siren Blaring] I got a feelin' about ya. [Woman] Let's go, Alex.
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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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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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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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- He a ninja now? - [Engine Starts]
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[Rap On Radio] I gotta get mine You gotta get yours I gotta get mine You gotta get yours I gotta get mine You gotta get yours I gotta get mine You gotta get yours [Ends] [Song Changes]
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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.
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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.!
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You'reJimmy Smith, Jr. Yeah. My name's Alex.
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Hey, don't you ever shut up, man?
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You just said it. [Hip-Hop] Yeah, Hip-Hop Shop. Leadaz ofTha Free World. A'ight, dawg. Hey, Hip-Hop Shop, Wednesday night. Come on down. Come on down.
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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?
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[Moaning] What the fuck? Oh, God. Oh, shit, Rabbit.
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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.!