(intense hip-hop music playing) (pounding on door) hold on a minute. man in hall: what the fuck? hold on a fucking minute! (hip-hop music stops suddenly) (hip-hop beat from other room) (vomiting) yo, what the fuck?
quit playingwith your fucking self!open the door! fuck, man. who the fuck is you, nigga? where are you going? backstage. i'm in the battle. you can't. i got a stamp on my hand. go around front. man, you just seen me... i didn't see nothing.
you just fucking seen me. i went to the bathroom. he's got a problem with me. shut the fuck up. he's straight, dawg. he with you? yeah. okay. cool, future. but your boy got an attitude problem. come on. you're crazy, trying to fight bouncers. the guy's obviouslygot something against me.i go to the bathroom...
rise above that bullshit. hold on, man. you fucking threw up on yourself? come here! hey, rabbit. i know you're ready, rabbit. cheddar: where you goin'? he hurled on his shirt. let me see. get the fuck off me, cheddar.
what are you doing, man? come on, it's deal time. our clica will be on the map after you whup some ass tonight. me and janeane broke up. what, again? i left her the car. come on, rabbit. she said she's pregnant. she's gonna need the car if she's pregnant.
i'll need a place to crash. you going to stay at your mom's? can i get some fucking privacy here? all right, come on. my bad, man. if something's gonna happenwith this shit,it needs to happen now. i feel you. i know exactly what you're talking about. all right, come on, man. how you feeling? i feel good.
you feel good? you sure? i'm ready. future: ready, baby. i want to see you rip that shit, all right? let these motherfuckers know, man. it's all you, baby. three one third. (rapping) your lyrics are shitty like when i cop a squat who told you to fuck with the mighty papa doc? for stepping onstage i should rock your knot don't get too close or you might get shot
you need to call your mama and tell her come get ya if she knew him, she could bring your midget pops with her i put a hole in your head like a 12 gauge lookin' like kris kross jiggity jump yo' ass offstage i'm a grown man, son i'll slaughter you make your ma wish her fat-ass aborted you (audience hoots) future: a lot of hostility at the end of the 45 seconds. let me get the mike. open up a little bit. let everybody see future.
how y'all feel about shorty mike? (light applause) kind of mediocre love? just all right for shorty mike? all right, what about papa doc? (cheering) (whistling) all right, papa, you go to the next round. next up is my man bunny rabbit
and lil' tic. come on, bring your asses onstage. we ain't got all day. all right, enough of the fanfare. heads or tails? heads. tails. choose. you first. lil' tic, set it off. dj, 45 seconds. spin that shit.
(rapping) i'ma murder this man! he's the type to lose a fight with a dyke they don't laugh 'cause you wack it's 'cause you white with a mic you're a laughingstock when will this laughter stop? when you and everlast bitch-ass get popped you a wigga that invented rhyme for money watch lil' tic spit kick the energizer bunny rip the rabbit head off toss it to hugh hefner
'cause i don't play, boy tell me who's fresher lt, that's right cock the heat and shoot ya i'll punish rabbit or obsolete future my paws love to maul an mc 'cause he's faker than a psychic with caller id so that bullshit, save it for storage 'cause this is hip-hop you don't belong, you're a tourist put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away this here's detroit 16 mile road is thataway
future: whoa, whoa, okay, 45 seconds, very nice. you did a good job, lil' bitch. i mean, lil' tic. my bad. all right, next up is my boy bunny rabbit. hey, talk that shit if you want, but i vouch for this motherfucker. he's a motherfuckin' genius. hit that shit. forty-five seconds. dj, kick it. (background music begins) hey, yo. boo!
where'd y'allfind this nigga at? come on, rabbit! come on, rabbit! come on! audience: (chanting) choke! choke! (audience roars) future: yo, jimmy. hold up. don't worry about it, dawg.i'll call you tomorrow. i got to go back inside.
stay strong, my brother. you'll rip 'em next time. yep. yeah. next time. peace out, rabbit! (somber keyboard music playing) (hip-hop beat accompanies instrumental music) (stephanie moaning) what the fuck?
oh, shit, rabbit. oh, god. you okay, baby? don't you think you should have called or knocked first or something? phone's disconnected. i know that, rabbit. i gotta get downto the phone placetomorrow. i've been busy, you know. greg: rabbit, what are you doing here?
how about knocking? me and janeane just broke up. i'm sorry, honey. i thought you had a good thing going with her. she sleepingwith someone else? no. i got work in the morning, so... you and future still at that little caesars in warren? no. i'm at new detroit stamping now.
oh! (snickers) that's good. what? he got fired from a pizza place. at least i got a fucking job. okay, stop it. only ex-consand welfare momswork at that plant. baby, are you staying here for a while or what?
just for a couple weeks, till i can save enough to get my own place. just like bob zurowsky. all your friends still living at home, aren't they? what a bunch offucking losers. jimmy: fuck you! what's your problem? what's your problem, bitch? don't kick my clothes! don't fucking judge me! why don't you grow up!
stop it! it's him, not me! i've fought guys bigger than you. fucking punk. stephanie: stop it! hey, lily. hey, baby. what are you still doing up? you woke me up. yeah, i'm sorry, baby.
what'd i do? go back to bed. will you sing to me? yeah. of course i will. come on. (singing) i know this girl her name is lily and it's past her bed t-i-m-e she goes to sleep
and she can just dream and not have to be in a stinky trailer with me so when i feel blue don't know what to do i look at you and i just say (imitates roaring) good night, baby. go to sleep.
if you're going to live here, you have to get along with greg. he started it. you can'tfuck this upfor me, baby. you just can't. whatever. (greg laughing at tv) no milk. can i get a ride to work in the morning? where's your car?
i left it for janeane. you're going to let me borrow your car? nope. it's your birthday present. my birthday's not for two weeks. i know. but you're still my little rabbit, right? i need to get to sleep. bunny! what up, doe?
heard about you and janeane. i thought you might be back home. this ain't my home. why you up so early? up, man? i ain't even been to bed. i came to talk to you... i don't got time to talk right now. i'm late for work. can you give me a ride? my ma's got the car. don't tell nobody i'm living back here, man.
what happened last night? i heard you got caught out. people are saying fucked up shit. yeah? yeah. why are you still going to the shelter? there's nobody there but clowns who ain't got deals and never will. you need to stay at home. you know wink's got you. whatever, man. i'm telling you, i'm on my way.
i'm taking you with me.you're the franchise, baby. the franchise? yeah. i'm takinga fucking busto work. look, i was just on the horn with my man roy darucher. the promo guy? roy's all hooked up at 98. so what's he need you for? what's he need me for? talent, dawg. you know that's my specialty.
i'm the one that tipped him on big o, and got that fat manout of flipping burgersat mickey d's. roy liked what he heard, paid for the nigga's demo, and boom, just like that, big o got a deal, all because of me. roy paid for big o's demo? every penny. if they thought big o was hot, wait till they hear b-rabbit. i'm building an empire and i'm taking you with me. you're next.
all right. i'll talk to you later. call me later, dawg. okay. (instrumental hip-hop music begins) (scattered rap lyrics to instrumental music) up! down! up!
down! what up, manny? you was late today, smith. yeah, it wasn't my fault. my car wouldn't start... it ain't never your fault. i don't want to hear it. i guess this isn't the best timing, but i need some extra shifts. are you shittin' me? you just started working here. hey, dutton. is he shittin' me?
what? you late again and you're fired. i'm looking for john latourno. i can take you. i don't think so, smith. right this way. thank you. (southern rock music playing on radio) greg: (singing) big wheels keep on turnin' who the fuck is that?
greg buehl. that dude is practically living with my fucking mom. they met at bingo. wait. greg buehl? he went to our school, right? i got to save up some money and get the hell out of here. this shit is ridiculous. (singing) well, jimmy moved in with his mother
'cause he ain't got no place to go (singing) now i'm right back in the gutter with a garbage bag that's full of clothes bust it. (singing) you live at home in a trailer what the hell you gonna do? (jimmy whoops) (singing) 'cause i live at home in a trailer mom, i'm coming home to you
break it down. (rapping) my name is jimmy, his name's greg buehl me, him and you we went to the same school this ain't cool i'm in a rage he's tappin' my mom we're almost the same age on the microphone, i drop bombs look at this car! thanks a lot, mom "here, happy birthday, rabbit "here's a brand new car, you can have it!"
a 1928 delta this shit won't even get me to the shelter and i can't even say i'm from motown 'cause i'm back in the 810 now you know there's another battle next week? i don't want to hear shit about it. i'm signing you up. man, don't. come on, man. you got to battle! future, i'm not you, dawg.
look at me. listen. once they hear you,it won't matterwhat color you are. you win some battles, three one third will have the street credit we need. with you and meas the anchors. did you hear that wink has been talking to that promo guy? yeah, i heard that bullshit. wink is scandalous, dawg. could be a shot.
you know i'm trying to get straight with the lord, so i don't like bringing too much negative into my positive world, but wink is just talking shit. there'll be no action, just talk. (singing) sweet home alabama got a cigarette? (laughing) the dude mentally ill? car accident, man. he's supposed to get some big settlement check soon or some shit.
will you hurry upwith that thing? try it now. (car engine sputtering) give it some gas. (car engine revving) (laughing triumphantly) that's what i'm talking about, baby. we're going out tonight. tonight? yeah...
fuck last night. okay? forget it. what about beingstraight with the lord? come on man, it's saturday. i can get straight with him on sunday. (gangster rap song playing) hey, b, i got these new beats, man. you know how much i like your mom... shit, i really, really like your mama, rabbit. but she did you no favor when she left you this car. fuck you. get out and walk.
sol: hey, man, at least the radio plays. what's up with this whole east coast/west coast thing? sol: we got to put mo on the map. yeah. talking about the 313. man, nobody even knows detroit is the 313. 313! you're from 810, fathead. we gotta make our own sound. fuck everybody else. yeah, then we get a deal, go platinum, get cheesed out,
and get all the bitches! all the hoes. do you think i have a big head? (hollers) dj iz: why'd you bring that damn thing, man? oh, man! future: shoot it. pinkeye, bitch! let me show you motherfuckers how to shoot something.
do it, do it. okay. here we go. here it is, here it is. (all hollering) jimmy: take the wheel, man. the gas, too. i got the gas. dj iz: hey, rabbit, get back in the car, man. sol: hit the bus! hit the bus! sol: man, give me my fucking gun.
what the fuck is wrong with you? oh, shit. (police sirens wailing) fuck! toss the weed, cheddar! toss the fucking weed! (music stops) what the fuckare you doing? the fucking car just died.
oh, come on, man. i told you stupid-ass niggas not to be doing this shit. (police siren continues) that rifle ain't mine. i don't want to go to jail. shut the fuck up! i'm fucking serious. i get claustrophobic. you were scared! you were scared! no, you were scared, motherfucker!
do you know how many abandoned buildings we have in detroit? how can you have pride in your neighborhood with shit like thatnext door? does the city tear them down? they're too busy building casinos and taking money from people. shut your preaching ass up. nobody care about that shit. did you carewhen the crackheadraped that girl? you think it would've happened without an abandoned house? they caught him, didn't they?
future: yeah. dumb motherfuckerwent back to the house. how stupid could a nigga be. what's happening under that hood? it's a just a short. chill out. i ain't getting back in that piece of shit. it's a death-trap. i think jimmy's mom's trying to kill him. yeah, she's so goddamn fine, she could kill me. don't be saying shit about my mom or my fucking car, man.
i hear everything. he a ninja now. (engine roaring) b-rabbit! 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, shit. what the fuck's going on out here? what's up, man?you all right? i'm cool. you sure? 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 (rapping) 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. future: come on.
(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 shit, baby. come on.
come on. watch that nigga kick this shit. 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 pussy 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 shit 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 shit. look, man. listen up now. leadaz of tha free world in the motherfuckin' house. me and papa doc will battle any motherfuckers here. told you they were talkin' shit. (whispering) fuck tha free world. fuck tha free world! fuck tha free world?
you three one thirdbitches is wack. yo, fat-ass! (rapping) talking about your man sol i kick you in the chest pork chops fall out your asshole you cats is pussy 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, faggot?
who you calling a faggot? don't play yourself, bitch. lc: hold on. yo, elvis.you don't want tostep to this. you need to takethat white ass rapback across 8 mile. caught your choke act at the shelter last night. (mimics choking) future: oh, shit! what are you doing? put the shit down. papa doc: come on.
pull out! be cool.chill, chill.come on. yo, iz, it's cool. it's cool. yo, come on, man. let's go. come on. i should fuck you up, cheddar. what the fuck were you thinking? "fuck tha free world?" cheddar: future said it! (party hip-hop song playing) it's at the hip-hop shop. leadaz of tha free world.
hip-hop shop, wednesday night. come on down. sol: it'll be youronly opportunity toblow 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 pussy. 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 showwith them at hip-hop shop. those free world bitches? see what i'm talking about? look, they're justone 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. god damn. don't you ever shut up? why you got to push me? damn, future. what the hell is his problem? future?
he thinks sometimesyou talk shit. who's he to say what's real? 'cause he hosts the battles? ain't that janeane? cheddar: i thought she was pregnant. wink: pregnant? i'm out. i'll be outside. by myself. (romantic hip-hop music playing) 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? who told you that?
you know, it's around. if you're so dope, why are you at dead end stamping? your brother works there. 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 modeling 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 foris 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 mom? working nights. that's the after-hours spot? heck, yeah. can some of usride with you? (sexy hip-hop song playing) why do they call you rabbit? he's fast and likes to fuck 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. 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. my bad. i'm sorry. you gonna let him push you? future: you can't catch me and you never will! out of my way, freaky girl! wink: wipe your feet.hey, wipe your feet!
future:you like? she's getting out of the d, though. negro, please. that's what they all say. no, i think she's different. that chick really blew both you guys? i'm a sinner, james. come to church with me in the morning. i saw you talking to papa doc in the chin tiki. how do you know him?
you mean clarence? he went to cranbrook with christine's brother. you want to dance? kyla: not right now. fucking wink. trying to keep us in division with that fake-ass big willie wannabe talk. nothing wrong with a free demo. free comes witha dick up your ass. three one third is real. what wink is talking about is wack.
dj iz: another exampleof people's needsbeing denied by the city. the media shouldbe all over this. it'll happen again.the city don't give a fuck. both: what is hetalking about? the abandoned house where the girl got raped. dj iz: it's called an "attractive nuisance." it wouldn't still be standing if it were on the other side of 8 mile. it could have been lily. burn this shit downto the ground.
that's what i mean. jimmy: fuck, yeah, man! burn this fucking thing down! dj iz: this is the definition of an attractive nuisance. come on, let's burn this bitch. rocky: right behind you. dj iz: that's what i mean. future: i thought i had matches. sol: you got my lighter?
i gave it back to you. cheddar: i got one. future: wait, what are you doing? all: no! what the fuck, you guys! i'm gonnafuck you up,cheddar! (laughing) burn! hey! i burned the house down!
guys: (singing) the roof, the roof the roof is on fire we don't need no water let the motherfucker burn burn, motherfucker, burn! it's almost beautiful. when i was little, i wanted to live in a house like this. you know, how it used to be. you live with your family? i got out of there as quick as i could.
i left home when i was 17. what about you? (sirens wail) sort of the same. when you record your demo, i'd really love to be there. wink: hey, girl! is it hot enough for you? you're going to be great. i got a feeling about you.
kyla: let's go, alex. i'll see you. see you. future: cheddar,bring your ass on! come on! woody woodpecker on tv: pesky mosquito! let's see. oh, yeah. "and the mirror said, 'not you, queenie.'" stephanie: shit! what's wrong?
we're being evicted. god damn it! come on, mom. not in front of lily. i can't let greg find out. fuck greg. i'm three months late. we got 30 days to get the money. "we?" if you want to live here, you got to start chipping in. where's greg's settlement check? get the money from him.
i can't. he's going to ask me and lily to move away with him. some place nice real soon. i can't freak him out... mom, stop living your life like this! if you cared about lily, you'd get a job and quit fucking around. i got to go. i'll be late for work. what are you doing with your life that's so great, rabbit? wink's working on a deal where i can get free studio time
to record my demo. right. bye, baby. (rapping) alex latourno hotter than an inferno hotter than a crack house burn internal joe lee: up! why does manny give me so much shit all the time? maybe because you give him reason to.
stick to the plan, man. just do your work and shut the fuck up. why haven't you called? janeane, i can't talk here.you'll get me fired. i'm your girlfriend. no, you're not. we broke up. i'll call you later. you just left without saying a word. i left you the car. was it 'cause i said i was pregnant?
i know why you said that bullshit. you have to go. i didn't knowwhat else to do. tell me why you left and i'll leave you alone. it's not you, okay? it's me. it's my shit. i had to go. why? what are you running from? nothing! would you just go!
everyone's calling you a loser from the other night. who is? everybody's talking about it. how you froze upand got booed offstage. fuck you! go home. what was that all about? sorry, manny. it wasn't my... it won't happen again. good. don't bebringing that shitaround here.
now get back to work. future: rakim was the first rapper with complex lyrics. but as far as beats and lyrics go, biggie is the bomb. i can't believe y'alltalk about complex shitand leave out 2pac. fuck 2pac! nigga, you crazy?pac's the only lyricalmotherfucker out there! he's right. his shit has emotion. what about the beasties? fuck them.
how can you even bring them in the mix? they bust some serious shit. those white boys are more like busters on serious shit. i won't bump no beasties. but it's always easier for whites to succeed in a black man's medium. right, b? future: word up. it's true. (tires screeching) future: what are you doing, man? sol: rabbit!
future: oh, shit. cheddar: don't worry, rabbit. i got your back! hey, what's up, b? you want to fuck with us? get off me. what the fuck you gonna do,motherfucker? wink: come on, man! future: let him go. (gunshot)
fuck with us, yeah? what the fuck are you doing? where'd you get that shit? it's my mom's. put it away before you fucking kill somebody! papa doc had one! put it away! man, put it down. jimmy: come on. okay.
(gunshot) papa doc: fuck, man. lc: oh, shit! what the fuck? oh, shit! let's get out of here. future: shit! wink: we got to get him to a hospital. sol: where are the keys?
jimmy: get the car! (screaming) i got to put pressure on it. try not to think about it. my god. he shot his fucking dick off. did i? man, shut the fuck up! take gratiot to mcdougal. i live here, too. future: i know how to get there!
then do it! rabbit's going to teach me to write rhymes. what were you doing with a gun? what were you doing with those fuckers? i have a show with them! calm the fuck down, y'all! mc bob. what do you mean? is that a good name?
what's wrong with cheddar bob? i like mc bob. right? yeah. mc bob. wink: i got that fat man out of mickey d's. roy's going to interview him at jlb and i'll be there. it's gonna be on! the doctor said he hit an artery, but he'll be okay. that's good, man. where were you?
praying. is he all right? let's go, man. wink told us how he got in with roy darucher. dj iz: that shit's hot, man. sol: he's doing an interview down at jlb. why are you listening to this clown? you heard me. clown. wink: why you got to be like that? this is a good deal for him. it's for real.
it's for real? like the time you said your cousin worked for dr. dre? or the time you were real tight with the intern in russell simmons' office? or how about... shut the fuck up! why are you always giving me shit? is it because i'm making moves? or because your ass is stuck hosting battles for two years. you're a fucking loser.
future: who are you calling... jimmy: yo, chill! what the fuck? how can you fight about this shit now? i know what you're trying to do to our group. suck a dick! future: you little bitch! back down! cheddar's in the hospital and you fight about this? so fucking stupid!
sol: forget this car, b. i'll give you a ride to work in the morning. teacher on tv: i'm afraid you've made a mistake. i don't have any colored girl in my class. there's sarah jane. there's my baby. you mean sarah jane johnson? yes, ma'am. i'm mrs. johnson. mrs. johnson: sarah jane? i brought you these... you win at bingo tonight?
no. you record your demo yet? what happened to you? cheddar bob had an accident, but he's fine. i'm fine. you and your friends. mom, don't start, please. it's been a long fucking night. tell me about it. me and greg are having problems.
he found out about the eviction? the settlement check ain't coming. no, it's coming. it's our sex life. i don't want to hear this shit. i mean, it's good. it's real good. but he won't... i don't want to hear this! greg won't go down on me.
mom! jimmy: hey, sol. ever wonder at what point you got to say, "fuck it"? when you got to stop living up here and start living down here? it's 7:30in the morning,dawg. thank your mom for the car. all right. (rapping) i'm getting so sick and tired of fucking with this steel they only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill
my body aching just to get a buck i'm sick of eating shit off this fucking lunch truck nasty-ass food i'm in a nasty-ass mood should have called in sick shit, i had somethin' to do! (rapping) i can't believe i'm hearin' all this ravin' and rantin' from vanessa up here at new detroit stampin' need to get your food and take your ass back to work you're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps'll work look at y'all standin' here freezing like dumb-fucks
rappin' and waitin' for food off this raggedy lunch truck who want what? who pumped up to get rolled up? i spit venom in every direction soak some up look at this fat-ass nigga sloppy sucka you a ugly motherfucker your pops should've wore a rubber stop rhyming keep your day job, vanessa next time leave that bullshit home on the dresser speakin' of dresses take a look at paul the fruitcake when you travel you pack panties in your suitcase
made out of lace from victoria's secret if 10 men came in a cup, you'd probably drink it (rapping) okay, folks enough with the gay jokes especially from a gay, broke bitch yourself eh, loc? his style's doo-doo you've worked here longer than me and i get paid more than you do dawg, take a seat why's this guy standing in line? he ain't got money to eat
check this out yo, yo he cashed his whole check and bought one ho ho fucking homo, little maggot you can't hack it paul's gay you're a faggot least he admits it, don't even risk it this guy's starving to death someone get him a biscuit i don't know what they told you, mike you musta had them cornrows rolled too tight this job you want to quit, but you can't
you've worked at this plant so long you're a plant! look at your god damn boots for christ sakes they're starting to grow roots! on this mic, you get faded you look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it hey, why you fuckin' with the gay guy, g? when really you're the one who's got the hiv man, i'm done with this clown he's soft fuck it i'll let homegirl finish you off
vanessa: (rapping) a guy like you would never get a real woman jackass, go jack off that's the only way you comin' looking for your brother? i was. you want to do something tonight? are you asking meout on a date,jimmy smith, jr.? as a matter of fact, i am. why don't you take me somewhere now? come on.
where are we going? (both panting) (giggles) you were so good outside. in line at the lunch truck? and at the chin tiki the other night. and that demo thing with wink. you're going to get a deal soon. (whispers) i feel it.
you was in the parking lot the other night? my friends think you're crazy. your friendsdon't even know me! (knocking on door) dj iz: ain't nobody here. sol: i can't believe he got sent home already. no insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you. where else would he be? just thank god he's alive.
no, thank godhe didn't shoothis dick off. that's why brothers need to get a deal. record labels supply niggas with benefits. dawg, we get a deal, you can take the fucking benefits. we'll have bentleys and benjamins, not blue cross. i don't give a fuck about that. i just want to hear three one third on the box. one of them songs on jlb. we need to save, put it into savings bonds, and build our own studio.
savings bonds? sol: let me ask you something. how are we brothers? we need fine bitches and phat rides, not savings bonds. all we ever do is talk shit! "we need fine bitches and phat rides." "we need to invest in savings bonds." "we need to get our songs on jlb." shut the fuck up! and we never do shit.
we're still broke and live at home with our moms. i'm out of here. catch you later. get your mad, rambling ass in the car. i hope you get a new ride soon, rabbit. maybe for that birthday tripping ass. i'll call your mama. see what i can work out. i got shotgun, shabba. future: get in the back, farrakhan. why are you pretending to be asleep?
i seen you out the window, bob. i didn't feel like talking. why not? i didn't want them making fun of me. you know whati'm saying, rabbit? you do? mc bob. stephanie: like you see in magazines. what up?
hey, rabbit. where have you been? you call him rabbit, too? i gave him that nickname. stop it. i did, when he was little. he had buckteeth and big ears. he was so cute. like a little rabbit. right, baby? i got good news.
you brought her to my mom's? what the fuck? i invited her to my show. she said we had to come get you. what was i supposed to do? i've been helping al find a photographer for her book. all she keeps saying is how much she likes you. damn! now check this, dawg. i heard from my man roy today that he's gonna be at jlb tomorrow night for the interview with big o. so what?
so what? i told him about your skills! i said, "rabbit's your man." he said, "bring him down. let me see what he can do." if it goes well, you could be flowing at 54 sound next week. can you get your shit together in time? i can do it. my bad, man. no problem, dawg. big time, jimmy.
why'd you take off? i don't really live here. so? why'd you take off? i just... don't be embarrassed about where you live. i don't live here. what's up with you and wink? he's helping me get my book together. using his connections.
same way he's helping you out. so... you have to stay home tonight? yeah, i should work on some songsfor my demo. (hip-hop beat playing) (inaudible) (scattered rap lyrics to hip-hop beat) your mom's getting evicted.
it says right here. "tenant must vacate the premises due to non-payment of rent." you know about this? stephanie: morning. sweetie, you want cereal? i was talking to your precious son about this eviction situation. did you plan on informing me? honey, that's a mistake. you're a fucking liar.
hey, man! stay out of this, rabbit. don't worry.i'm taking care of it. don't. (screams) fuck, man!what is your problem?don't touch my mother! stay out of it! i'm out of here. i can't go out with someone like you. you gonna let him say that to you?
with two homeless kids. motherfucker! (stephanie screaming) stephanie: rabbit! jimmy! please! stop it! stop! (lily crying) rabbit, stop!
jimmy: fuck you! (lily whimpering) jimmy: oh, my god. lily. come here, baby. it's okay. come here, baby. it's okay. it's over, baby. what up, dawg?
alex just called. i got a friend to take pictures of her when she gets off work. she needs a ride, that's why she called. can you drive? i'll drive. the others will be here soon. sol's mom's dropping them off. i hear you're battling tomorrow. i'm doing what? someone told me future signed you up at the shelter. (knocking at door)
wink: what up? wipe your feet. sol: nobody's wiping their feet for your junky basement. where your mama at? working. sol: dear mama! tell her to hang this shit upstairs. did you sign me up to battle tomorrow night? you heard me. don't play fucking stupid. did you?
papa doc won last week, so he'll be defending his title. you got to take it from him! you win battles, you get respect. i don't give a fuck! i'm sick of you thinking you know what's best! you ain't my fucking father! i'm a grown man. look, jimmy... "look, jimmy" nothing! fuck you! i told you not to sign me up! so you want to fight me now?
you ain't the future of shit. you're just david fucking porter. sol: hey, come on, fellas. you know what? do what the fuckyou want to do. i don't give a shit anymore. i really fucking don't! you coming to jlb tonight? i don't know, man. (somber hip-hop music playing)
alex: i look like crap. if i knew it was today, i wouldn't have gone drinking after the show. wink: i can reschedule. alex: no, i'll do it. you will? i'll always do it. when will we see your pictorial in a magazine? pictorial's in playboy.in fashion, it's editorial. shut up, frederick douglass.
it's for her book, so she can get a job. sol: that's one book i'd definitely read. dj iz: it'd be the only one. dj iz: don't forget this. thanks, guys. want me to come up? that's okay. mom. mom, come on, get up.
come on. greg left me. damn! get up. it's okay, lily. it's okay, honey. stephanie: his settlement check came in. his settlement check came in. and now that he's got money,
he can't be with somebody like me anymore. it's thursday. i got to go to bingo. maybe he'll be there. you ain't going nowhere. you're better off without him. stop it! it's your fault he left me! you ruined it! you fucked it all up for me! who's gonna want me now? where are we gonna live? we don't have any money! we don't have anything! what am i gonna do?
what am i gonna do? what are you gonna do? lily's out there by herself! why do you have to be like this? what'd we ever do to you? get the fuck out of here! get the fuck out of my house! get the fuck out of my house! jimmy: come on, baby. put your coat on. we're going next door, okay? we're getting out of here. what floor is jlb on?
twenty-eighth. thank you. you're welcome. rj: when we look at big o, what are we looking at? big o: i'm giving you poverty, slums. that's where i'm from. so i put it all in the music. i'm looking for wink harris. who? he should be here with roy darucher.
i think they're all in studio b. big o: i did anything i could for free, just for the exposure. rj: no doubt. big o, big ups and congratulations, playboy player. you finally got your record on the radio. how do you feel? big o: much love, man. i want to thank you and wjlb for looking outfor me like that.that was much love. i'm just trying to putdetroit, the east side,on the map, you know? we're gonna do it for real, man. i hope we'll get a pipeline through here, and the industry will look at us and sign us.
we'll all be eating. i've seen you flippin' burgers! yeah, i did that. i thought i recognized your face. i know you been... stop it! please, jimmy, stop! how long you been in the game? roughly 15 years. it's an honor for me to come on and have you do this for me. i really appreciate it.
rj: no problem. we're here to represent the d, take care of our artists and take care of home. i hope you have a successful career 'cause i know you're puttin' it down. you represent real hard for the 313. i'm doing it for y'all, man. this is for detroit, 313, baby! love! thank you, mrs. helgeland. any time.
have a good night. you have fun? mmm-hmm. yeah, i know. (bass booming) i want you to go inside and lock the door, okay? listen to me. go in, lock the door and i'll be in in a minute. okay.
okay, go. go! what up, bitch? ready to get knocked out, dawg? lc: wink said you lived in a trailer with your mom. but we didn't believe him. (thud) come on, elvis. get up. get up, bitch.
omar: get your faggot ass up and fight! what? what the fuck you looking at? jimmy! moochie: get the fuck up. fight me, you punk-ass bitch! i could end your shit right now and nobody would even miss your ass. no, no. don't do this. he's done. free world, motherfucker.
(coughing) lc: don't forget to come to the shelter tomorrow night. papa doc: you little faggot. i mean, little rabbit. (breathing heavily) jesus. i fell. you fell? i fell. come on in. i'll make you something to eat.
what? i'm your mother. i want to make you something to eat. what's the big deal? i thought you wanted me out. you want the fucking pancakes? what's gotten into you? we're not getting evicted. why not? i went to bingo.
and i won! $3,200! you're kidding me. nope! our luck's finally changing around here. did you mean it about doing the demo with wink? no. i'm gonna do it on my own. you know, rabbit, i think that's the best way.
manny: hey, smith! hey, smith! are you all right? i fell down some steps. you been doing much better here. still want the extra shifts? you got them. i need you to work tonight. i'm a man short. tonight? is that a problem?
no problem. good. get back to work. manny! thanks. shit. waiting on this slow-ass ride. what are you still doing here? someone's sick, so i'm filling in. she ain't waiting on me.
i'll be back. what do you want? i wanted to say goodbye. i'm going to new york. yeah? and... can i give you a ride or something? no, i'm cool. i'm working overtime. saving up for something special? yeah, studio time.
good for you. i was hoping to see youat the shelter tonight. but, if you're afraid... i ain't afraid of them guys. i didn't say you were. bye. paul, would you mind covering for me for a couple hours? i can do that. thanks, man. i owe you.
(hip-hop music plays in distance) it's rabbit! hey! rabbit, wait up! sol: what's up, man? cheddar: you straight? look at your eye. i'm fine. wink said you blew up 'cause roy darucher said no to your demo. he also said crazy shit about him and alex. we gonna jump those guys again?
fuck that. i'm gonna battle them. for real? you guys coming or what? (rapping) cheddar, i can rip you to a shred cheddar cheese there's not a better mc than me i'm b-rabbit, bitch sting like a bee, float like a butterfly what am i? so what if i cut a guy? did i s-s-stutter, guy?
leave you punch drunk from lunch truck to shelter you never felt the wrath of helter skelter melt ya, got the belt for the welterweight champ you got in with a fake stamp garbage bag full of clothes still pullin' ho's rip you from head to toe from leg to bullet hole next gun, pull it slow aim at tha free world 'fore you let it go instead of, "oh, i just shot my dick head!"
yes, you do got a big head i can't call it cheddar, where's your wallet? you're so drunk, you can outdrink the "alkaholiks" make 'em say, "damn, cheddar's the man!" he needs a can surgically removed from his hand you again? it looks like a handicapconvention in here.crippled motherfuckers. don't shoot! (free world laughing)
yo, let's get the fuck out of here. i need to get some privacy, guys. hey, man, i apologize for... don't do it. i didn't even trip. just make sure you flip the scripton this shit tonight. you understand me?
it's on tonight, rabbit. let's do it. let's do it. future: all right, all right! how y'all feeling out there? you feeling all right? all right! next up is lc, lyckety-splyt... slaughter him. ...and my man b-rabbit. b-rabbit, where you at? b-rabbit, come to the stage!
where the fuck is b-rabbit? where's he at? they're calling you! you drew lyckety-splyt in the first round. you okay with that? i don't give a fuck who it is. future: where the fuck is b-rabbit? come to the stage. you got everybody waiting. it's gonna be blazin' in this bitch tonight.
we got a lot of dope rappers, and at the end of the night, one will battle last week's winner, papa doc. this shit will be off the hook, so stick around. come to the stage, rabbit. come to the stage! b-rabbit, where you at? there he is. come on. make way for the rabbit. let him through. let the artist get to the motherfucking stage. come on, b-rabbit. let him up.
you good? choose. heads. you got it. i'll go first against this choke artist. you got enough confidence. do your thing! forty-five seconds. spin that shit! (beat begins) lc: free world, nigga.
(rapping) i'll tell you something check this out this guy's a choke artist you catch a bad one you better off shootin' yourself with papa doc's handgun climbing up this mountain you're weak i leave you lost without a paddle floating up shit's creek you ain't detroit, i'm the d you the new kid on the block 'bout to get smacked back to the boondocks fucking nazi, your squad ain't your type
take some real advice form a group with vanilla ice what i tell you, you better use it this guy's a hillbilly this ain't willie nelson music trailer trash i'll choke you to your last breath have you look foolish like cheddar bob when he shot himself silly rabbit, i know why you called that you follow future like he got carrots up his ass crack when you acted up, you got jacked up left stupid like tina turner when she got smacked up
i'll crack your shoulder blade you'll drop so hard elvis'll turn in his grave i don't know why they let you out in the dark take your white ass across 8 mile to the trailer park future: okay, okay. very nice, very nice. let me get the mike. pretty good. hip-hop 101. bunny rabbit, it's your turn, baby. forty-five seconds.
let this motherfucker feel it! dj, spin that shit! (background beat begins) (audience booing) come on, rabbit! don't choke this time. all right, look. he's choking! (rapping) hey, yo
this guy raps like his parents jerked him he sounds like erick sermon the generic version this crowd looks suspicious it's all dudes here, except for these bitches so i'm a german, eh? that's okay you look like a fuckin' worm with braids these leadaz of tha free world rookies lookie how can six dicks be pussies? talkin' about shit's creek?
you could be up piss creek with paddles, this deep you're still gonna sink you're a disgrace yeah, they call me rabbit this is a turtle race he can't get with me, spittin' this shit wickedly lickin' these shots to spiggy, spiggity split lickety now i'm gonna turn around with a great smile and walk my white ass back across 8 mile
(audience cheering) future: say no more! that's what i'm talking about. it's unanimous! bunny rabbit goes to the next round! lyckety, tell your mama i'll be over later. she can save me a plate. you killed him. good shit. future: that's what i'm talking about. hold up, hold up.
next up, we got ox and strike. come to the stage, motherfuckers. yo, rabbit! (laid-back hip-hop music playing) future: okay, b-rabbit. call it. jimmy: heads. heads. choose. lotto, it's on you, baby. you first. don't matter.
dj, spin that shit! he's always taking his shirt off. lotto: i'm gonnasmash this bastard. free world in the motherfuckin' house. it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all. i'm sick of this motherfucker. rip him, lotto! rip him, baby! (clearing throat) (rapping) i'll spit a racial slur, honky sue me
this shit is a horror flick but the black guy doesn't die in this movie fuckin' with lotto you got to be kiddin' that makes me believe you've no interest in livin' you think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say? i got a better chance joining the kkk on some real shit, though? i like you that's why i didn't want to be the one you commit suicide to fuck lotto call me your leader
i feel bad i gotta murder that dude from leave it to beaver i used to like that show now i'm in fight-back mode oh, well if you got to go, you got to go i hate to do this i'd love for this shit to last i'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass all's well that ends okay so i'll end this shit with "fuck you, but have a nice day!" whoa, okay, okay. can't be mad, can't be bad.
you killed thatfucked-up white boy. that ain't shit. settle down. give the man a chance. bunny rabbit's up next. all right, b-rabbit. you got the mike. it's on you. you know what to do. you got something? you can't fuck with us! let's see what you got. come on, rabbit!
get him! (rapping) "ward, i think you were a little hard on the beaver" so was eddie haskell, wally and miz cleaver this guy keeps screaming he's paranoid quick, someone get his ass another steroid blah-biddy, bloo-blah blah-blah-biddy, bloo-blah i ain't hear a word you said hippety hoo-plah is that a tank top or a new bra? look, snoop dogg just got a fuckin' boob job
didn't you listen to the last round, meathead? pay attention you're saying the same shit he said matter of fact, dawg here's a pencil go home, write some shit make it suspenseful don't come back 'til something dope hits you fuck it you can take the mike home wit' you lookin' like a cyclone hit you tank top screaming, "lotto, i don't fit you!" you see how far them white jokes get you
boys like, "how's vanilla ice gon' dis you?" (unaccompanied) my motto: fuck lotto i'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow (audience hooting) future: it's real as it feels! hold on! that was some close shit. let's see what's poppin'. how y'all feel about lotto? (moderate applause) okay! b-rabbit?
(slightly louder applause) let's do it again. it's hard to judge. we'll start with lotto. okay, lotta love, lotta love! what about b-rabbit? (riotous applause) future: say no more! b-rabbit advances to the next round! he goes to the finals against papa doc!
that's the way it's going down. okay, check this. fifteen minute intermission. make sure you tip the bartenders. fifteen minutes. you did your thing, man. that's okay, 'cause wink got more than seven digits from your bitch! you did it, kid. fuck him. fuck lyckety, man. that beaver linealmost killed me. sol: but you flipped it.
you got it, man. you're a fucking genius. make sure you serve this clown in the next round for me. whup papa doc's ass! he's got no vocabulary. you worried about what he'll say? about wink and that alex bitch getting it on, and them beating you upand giving youa black eye and shit. cheddar! fuck that. listen to me.
you're making history tonight. yeah, he ain't nothing.you got it! you got this. future: all right. you know what's happening. it's the championship round. yes, believe it's real. it's time. we got papa doc and we got b-rabbit. i don't have to stress how important this is. it's the championship.
this motherfucker is what we came to see. that's why the fuck we're in the d. we represent. we at the shelter. it's real. i hope you're all ready. this shit is about to be crackolatin' in here. hold on. let's do the coin toss. as papa doc is defending champion, you get to choose. what do you want, heads or tails?
okay. who goes first? let that bitch go first. whoa! whoa! i can't believe my ears. a lot of hostility. papa's got a lot of anger. all right, check this out. we got new rules. being it's the championship round, each of these cats gets a minute and a half apiece. i don't know what'll happen!
b-rabbit, you know what to do. dj, kick that shit. (rapping) now everybody from the 313 put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me everybody from the 313 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 who's afraid of the big bad wolf? one, two, three and to the four one pac, two pac, three pac, four four pac, three pac, two pac, one you're pac, he's pac, you're pac none this guy's no motherfuckin' mc 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 standing here screaming "fuck tha free world" don't ever try to judge me, dude you don't know what the fuck i've 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 this guy don't wanna battle he's shook 'cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks he's scared to death
he's scared to look in his fucking yearbook fuck cranbrook 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 fuck this battle i don't want to win, i'm outtie
here, tell these people something they don't know about me (crowd roars) future: papa doc, what are you gonna do? dj! a minute and a half! spin that shit! spin that shit! (background music starts) audience: (chanting) crook! yo.
future: we got a new champion! b-rabbit! let's roll, man. audience: (chanting) fuck free world! 313! audience: (chanting) b-rabbit! future: three one thirdis in the house! don't get it twisted, this is my man here! this is my man right here. where we headed, rabbit?
we're on our way. we're gonna get that big deal soon! then we'll get all the bitches! all the bitches. sol: where are we going? i'm going back to work. work? get out of here. you ain't going to work. you the man now. you ain't got to work. fuck wink! fuck tha free world!
we are the shit! what's up? hold on. man, i've been thinking. we should host the battles together, you know what i'm sayin'? no. that's you, dawg. come on. tell me you don't want to host with me. you'll have everybody looking up to you, everybody'll know who you are.
yeah, but... i think i need to just do my own thing, man. you know? yeah, i think i do. (melancholy piano music playing) all right, rabbit. peace out, rabbit! (lose yourself playing)
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