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1m12s
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?
8 Mile
27.9s
- 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?
8 Mile
1m4s
[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 Three And A Third on the box, know what I'm sayin'? One of them strong songs on J LB, 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 J LB." 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.
8 Mile
56.7s
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.
8 Mile