8 Mile Page #3

FUTURE:
Okay, it's about time.

SOL:
[Rapping] Money under the hood

Money on the mic

Freaky girls, here we come

FUTURE:
Yo, let me get a light, DJ.

[Hip-hop music playing]

FUTURE:
Oh, sh*t.

What the f***'s going on out here?

-What's up, man? You all right?

-I'm cool.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

You the man, Rabbit.

[Rapping] My voice spits the fiery reign

Try and refrain

Come on, baby, it's redemption time.

Come on, man.

[Rapping] I be the nigga in The Shelter

Eyein' your chain

[Rapping] 313 area

Bomb and bury you with vengeance

My rhyme sentences will end

your resistance with a rigorousness

Niggas, I'm serious, delirious

'Cause a curious

Pause the fury 'cause

Throw my jaws

from devouring y'all raw

FUTURE:
Three One Third, we in the house.

Mac Mitten's finest.

DJ Iz, let me get that beat, baby.

Give me that beat.

Hip-Hop Shop, baby. Come on.

[DJ Iz beat-boxing]

[Rapping] You forced to listen to

the individual, the metaphysical

The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual

Heterosexual

Syllables sound complex to you

Lines perplexing you

With words that 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 mic

See how Bunny Rabbit do

FUTURE:
Come on, man.

Come on, man.

Kick that sh*t, baby. Come on.

Come on.

Watch that nigga kick this sh*t.

Speed it up a little bit, Iz.

Come on, baby.

All right, look. Yo. Yo.

[Rapping] Your style's generic

Mine's authentic made

I roll like a renegade

You need clinic aid

My technique's bizarre and ill

I scar and kill

You were a star until

I served you like a bar and grill

As I cook and grill ya

That's all it took to kill ya

You better recognize me

like I look familiar

Want to battle?

You beat around the bush

Like you're scared to lick p*ssy

so you eat around the tush

I need a clown to push

Someone I can bully

Wait, I don't think

you understand fully

Me without style

Is like mustard without Heinz

I lead the new school

You're a Busta without the Rhymes

I'll crush the sh*t out your lines

[Rapping] I'm the Da Sheki

Smokin' da leaky leaky

Ten freaky girls

inside the Chin Tiki

Girl, when you see me,

You better believe me

This ain't a game

And pimpin' ain't easy

Anything goes when it comes to hoes

I'm the kingpin

when it comes to flows

You better ask someone

if you don't know

When you see me, girl

say ''What up, Doe?''

Ten freaky girls

Ten, ten, ten freaky girls

Sh*t. Look, man.

Listen up now.

Leadaz Of Tha Free World

in the motherfuckin' house.

Me and Papa Doc

will battle any motherfuckers here.

-Yeah.

-Told you they were talkin' sh*t.

-[Whispering] F*** Tha Free World.

-Yeah.

F*** Tha Free World!

F*** Tha Free World?

You Three One Third b*tches is wack.

Yo, fat-ass!

[Rapping] Talking about your man Sol

I kick you in the chest

Pork chops fall out your a**hole

You cats is p*ssy

Soft like wet flowers

Leadaz Of Tha Free World

Here to smash you cowards

-Look at Future--

-Don't start, nigga.

What are you going to do, f*ggot?

-Who you calling a f*ggot?

-Don't play yourself, b*tch.

LC:
Hold on. Yo, Elvis.

You don't want to step to this.

You need to take that white ass rap

back across 8 Mile.

Caught your choke act

at The Shelter last night.

[Mimics choking sounds]

FUTURE:
Oh, sh*t!

WINK:
What are you doing?

Put the sh*t down.

PAPA DOC:
Come on.

WINK:
Pull out!

Be cool. Chill, chill. Come on.

WINK:
Yo, Iz, it's cool. It's cool.

Yo, come on, man. Let's go.

Come on.

I should f*** you up, Cheddar.

What the f*** were you thinking?

''F*** Tha Free World''?

CHEDDAR:
Future said it!

[Party hip-hop song]

It's at the Hip-Hop Shop.

Leadaz Of Tha Free World.

Hip-Hop Shop, Wednesday night.

Come on down.

SOL:
It'll be your only opportunity

to blow both of us.

After we go platinum, you won't

be able to get to me and Future.

Why do they call you Future?

I had a lot of names,

the most conceited kind.

I was Maximum, Brimstone,

Godfather D, Devastatin' D.

Big D, that has a double meaning.

But none of them worked...

till I started hosting the battles

at The Shelter.

One day somebody said,

''You know what?

''You are the future

of hip-hop in Detroit.''

So you see, baby...

sometimes you got to find your name

and other times...

your name finds you.

Want to smoke some ganja?

That's our problem. If we don't

respect our sisters, who will?

We're doing it to ourselves.

He's my brother.

He don't like p*ssy.

Rabbit, teach me to write rhymes.

That's how to get the ladies, right?

Let me out.

Hold on. Yo, I'm sorry, dawg.

I didn't know Papa and LC were

on their bullshit until tonight.

I wouldn't be with them...

except I'm promoting a show

with them at Hip-Hop Shop.

Those Free World b*tches?

See what I'm talking about?

Look, they're just one of the acts.

If you want, I'll step out.

You're my friend.

I don't want you mad.

Man, do what you want to do.

Yeah, do what you want to do.

Respect yourself, sister.

Goddamn. Don't you ever shut up?

Why you got to push me?

Damn, Future.

What the hell is his problem?

JIMMY:
Future?

WINK:
Yeah.

He thinks sometimes you talk sh*t.

Who's he to say what's real?

'Cause he hosts the battles?

Ain't that Janeane?

CHEDDAR:
I thought she was pregnant.

SOL:
Pregnant?

I'm out. I'll be outside.

By myself.

[Romantic hip-hop music]

Here's your chance, girl. Go ahead.

You're Jimmy Smith, Jr.

My name's Alex.

You find the guy

you was looking for?

-What guy?

-At the plant.

That was my brother.

I was borrowing a car.

I hear you're a real dope rapper.

-A ''dope'' rapper?

-Yeah.

Who told you that?

You know, it's around.

If you're so dope,

why are you at Dead End Stamping?

JIMMY:
Your brother works there.

ALEX:
My brother's a loser.

And you?

I work at Intermezzo,

saving enough to get out of here.

Bussin' dishes is much better

than pressing bumpers.

I won't be there long.

-Where are you going?

-New York.

I won a modelling contest.

A judge said he'd help me out.

I just have to get a book together.

What if he ain't for real?

All I'm looking for is a ticket.

Rabbit! You and your friend want

to bounce to an after-hours spot?

''Rabbit.''

Let me ask my friends.

Where are we going?

My house.

-What about your mum?

-Working nights.

That's the after-hours spot?

Heck, yeah.

Can some of us ride with you?

[Sexy hip-hop song]

-Why do they call you Rabbit?

-He's fast and likes to f*** a lot.

Get your hand off my balls!

Why are you being so ignorant?

WINK:
Jimmy!

-What's wrong with you?

-My bad, you guys.

Are you signed?

Not yet, but I'm working on

something for him.

He'll record a demo at MCA.

-Really?

-Yeah, but I was--

If you want to see Jimmy flow,

come to the battle at The Shelter.

CHEDDAR:
He's the best!

Shut up.

-When is it?

-Friday night.

Yeah?

Can I come?

I'm not battling next Friday, dawg.

You will if she's there.

You want to be the man.

All right. Just don't push.

We all need to be pushed sometimes.

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