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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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!
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- Man, put that down, man. - Come on, Cheddar.
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[Laughing]
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Where are we going?
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Bye, baby. Alex Latourno Hotter than an inferno Up.! Hotter than a crack house - Down! - Burn internal Up.! Down.!
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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.
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- Oh, shit.! - Don't you worry, Rabbit. I got your back.
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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]