Hey, girl, uh, it's gonna be your only opportunity to blow the both of us, baby. 'Cause after we go platinum, you won't be able to get to me and Future. And, uh, why do they call you Future? See, I had a lot of names, you know, the most conceited kind. I was, uh, Maximum Brimstone, Godfather "D" Devastatin' "D" Big "D"...you know, that has a double meaning to it. But see, none of those really worked for me... till I started hosting those battles down at The Shelter.
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One day, somebody said, "You know what, man? You are the future of hip-hop in Detroit." So you see, baby, sometimes you got to find your name and, uh, other times, your name finds you.
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"B. "got more.! Say no more.! B-Rabbit advances to the next round.! He's goin' to the finals. He's goin' up against Papa Doc. That's the way it's goin' down. A'ight, check this. Check this. We're goin' to have a 15-minute intermission. Make sure you tip the bartenders and all that. Fifteen minutes, y'all. Y'all be back for the final round, all right? Yeah, that's all right, 'cause Wink got mo' than seven digits from yo' bitch!
[Booing, Cheering] Whoa! Oh! Oh! Oh! We got a new champion.! We got a new champion.! B-Rabbit.!
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Papa Doc! What you gonna do? D. J...! D. J...! A minute and a half! Spin that shit.! Spin that shit.!
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[Recorded Rap Begins] Yeah. You hit it, kid. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Ha-ha! Man, fuck him. Fuck Lyckety, man.
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Okay, a lotta love. A lotta love. Lotta love. What about B-Rabbit?
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[Sighs Deeply] Let's do it. Let's do it.
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Three-One-Third! We in the house! Never get it twisted, this is my man right here! B-Rabbit! This is my man, right here! Yo, we have it, Rabbit. Yo, we on our way, dawg. We gonna get that big deal soon! And then we go get all the bitches! All the bitches! All the bitches! All the bitches! [Laughing] - Where we goin'? - I'm goin' back to work. Work? Get the fuck outta here. You ain't goin' to work! Yeah, you the man now, dawg. You ain't gotta work. Yeah, fuck Wink. Fuck Tha Free World, we are the shit!
Now, everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me Everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up Look, look Now while he stands tough Notice this man did not have his hands up This Free World's got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big, bad wolf One, two, three and to the four One Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, four 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, one You're Pac, he's Pac No Pac, none This guy ain't no motherfuckin' M.C. I know everything he's got to say against me I am white, I am a fuckin' bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin' here screamin' "Fuck Tha Free World" Don't never try to judge me Dude, you don't know what the fuck I been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook That's a private school What's the matter, dawg You embarrassed This guy's a gangsta His real name's Clarence Clarence lives at home with both parents, Clarence's parents have a real good marriage He don't know how to battle He's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to death He's scared to look At his fuckin'yearbook - Fuck Cranbrook - [Music Stops] Fuck a beat. I go a cappella. Fuck a Papa Doc. Fuck a clock. Fuck a trailer. Fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me! I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly. And fuck this battle. I don't want to win. I'm outtie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
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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?