Lose Yourself (Eminem) Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-In One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Is he? No He won't have it , he knows his whole back to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This whole rap city He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go, oh You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da dum You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go, oh You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go its my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go, oh You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh You can do anything you set your mind to, man 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Love Me (Eminem Feat. 50 Cent & Obie) [Obie Trice] You don’t see me in the hood It’s cuz I’m doin this man [Obie Trice] Niggaz I’m still grindin’ I’m still hearin’ those sirens I’m still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none Because I’m writing more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this And I can’t let y’all derail me man I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth And show me love bitch I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [Eminem] There’s a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno Assume it, there’s no humor in it No more you know, I’m rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me... bitch I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night [50 Cent] My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss 9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes Then Big Ben taught Charli B’more to deep throat Yea... I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index 8 Mile (Eminem) Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great then I falls, my insides crawl And I clam up (wham) I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, and the same pants Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad! Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate Of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where must I go, who must I know Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit If the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want Is pity from no one, the city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not What I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Adrenline Rush (Obie Trice) Get the fuck out motherfucker... Hey yo... When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor, Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door, Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw, Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor, I keep the club on the vex, Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit, Niggas get a whiling, When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket, You suck shit when my topics rockin, I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils, Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer, I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer, I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing, You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin... Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker, Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker, Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog, Show out in speakers roll out with heaters, I'm just an animal eating the game, Jumbo monkey, funky and obie's the name, I rose solo, never been a hoe though, Keep yak's vocal when cats act loco, Where you at when I'm moving the crowd, You get trampled, mashed on detroit style, Up out your seats, pump out the E's, Off the beat's the crowd overpleased, Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's, Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's, That's how it is when you party with me, You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat... Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker, Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker, Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze, Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted, To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid, Obie Trice the misfit, Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's, We underground motherfucker fix your frown's, I beat the bore with a wisty tour, Off a whisky you never been this deep before, So throw up your hands and peep out your man's When I come through next quarter trust it in you's, And trust I'm attackin it, I hook up the hot shit like ay see we havin it, That's why I'm so miraculous, And hope to get you nigga's pumped up, I see you next time I see him chump, That's right, you go through obie trice fucked up, On your knees drop for these... Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker, Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker, Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Places To Go (50 Cent) Yeah Shady Aftermath G Unit I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing, Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson, MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin, Smith and wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damhn) These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's, Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10 I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again, Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn’t win, pretend to be friends, At first you fail, try, try, try, try again, I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy, You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its Shady, Aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic, When it's dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered, Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic, Glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll stash it... I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you There is a genie in that bottle of that dom Perignon, I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn, Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words, In the hood they feel my shit... (break-it down!) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat, Picture police man they aint gotta picture of that, Picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack, Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap, Picture me blowin up, now picture me going back, To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that, Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back, You wear a vest without a Gatt, you'se a target jack, Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack, Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back, 50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you Ha-ha Man I aint going to jail Not even to visit a nigga You want to holla at me, you wright me, Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard, In Montreal, Ha-ha-ha Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga, Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit, Riding down 8 Mile road, You know, for one of them en-joints and shit, Ha-ha Ya heard, I got place to go man, You know, Shady/Aftermath, We finished our print money, Puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit, Ha ha ha ha ha, Aint seem to be doing much... 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Rap Game (D12) [Bizarre] `The Rap Game` Hip-hop 1-0-1 The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have You can’t learn this shit in no history-book You ready to rap mothafucker? You ready to sell your soul... gheh-gheh-gheh `The Rap Game` ...motherfucker [Swifty] I’m a disruptive nigger You made me crazy You should a slayed me as a baby Behavin shadier than Wes Craven And you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily You face me drunk of sober You’ll faint fast I’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your ass Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck music Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it Im scantlas I blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that’s bigger Then Godzilla’s back nigga You are not real and in fact Your fruity effect of a crack dealer Yall president sends me smack Den got a mack 10 wit it So I aint gotta rap But im thankful for that Dont mistaken me black Or u be stankin in back of a fuckin caddillac [Eminem] I’ma get snuffed Cause I aint said enough to pipe down I pipe down when the white house is whipped out When I see that lil Cheney dyke get snipped out Lights out bitch adios goodnight Now put that in your lil pipe and bite down Think for a minute cause the hype has died down That I wont go up in the oval office right now And flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down I’m all for America, fuck the government Tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick Mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch Take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shit Cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades Switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade Shits like a samurai sword a sensei Shit just don’t change to this day Im this way still till I utslay itchbay Ucksay my ickday Scuse my igpay atinlay But uckfay a igpay [50 Cent] This rap game This rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game But im telling ya no it aint happ-ning This rap game This rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game This rap game This rap game [Kon Artis] I bet you rather me Drink n drown in my own eniquity But fuck that ima rap till u all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me Im hittin a rock next fuck a dogg who sickin me Im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin If im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write So why... should i... ever fear another man If he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand Ok, you win... you can say we cant rap But no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack [Kuniva] I walk in the party and just start bustin Right after i hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor make me wanna blast the chrome To let you know that time without more is getting jerome Im low down and shifty, quickly called swifty To do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50" You feelin lucky? squeeze I catch you outside of chucky cheese Well just see, who be an unlucky G My life style is unstable, a partyin attic They said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic Coughin estatic, I jump niggas call me a rabbit Popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half [50 cent] Beleive me We run this rap shit fo shizzie Make makin millions look easy Every where ya turn you see me You hear me Believe me For ya see my pistol in 3-D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 9-1-1 cause u need de Police to help you believe me [Proof] I snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurb These street niggas twistin my words We finally could Say goodbye to hollywood Cause proof an shaun Share nuttin in common The nastyest band With gats in each hand We never bomb down to be a flash and a pan No remorse Fuck you stature dog Nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall Put ya jaw on the ground Wit the 4 and a pound Im goin out of town For the long come around So we can battle wit raps So we can battle wit gats Matter fact we can battle wit plaques [50 Cent] This rap game [Bizarre] Im too fuckin retarded I dont give a fuck about my dick Thats why im dating Loraina Bobbet My crew had an argument Who was the largest Now they all is dead And im rolling as a solo artist Plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well i really didnt But i did according to this contract I was stoned in the snow Wit no where to go Freezin 20 below Forced to join Bell Biv DeVoe My little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics Thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it If rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha) 50 sing the hook [50 Cent] This rap game This rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning This rap game This rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging a whole for this rap game This rap game This rap game 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index 8 Miles And Runnin' (Jay-Z Featuring Freeway) Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick, Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles, Let's go... [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin, And my 8 album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, But I could rewind the counter ta back, back, When it was now or nothing, People said I would amount to nothing, That I had time for nothing, Said I wasn't from the valers Or the sellers by your gunman, I can see the folks now he got what he had coming, Now that my 8th album's coming, Everybody smiling wanting something, Claiming that they done something for em, Got Jay Z and pom poms in they whole uniforms, Claiming they be running and telling everybody like Martin Lawrence, About how hot my rap performace was before I was who I was, Claimin that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what...? Where was you before I blew this up, I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein us, I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin up, Back on the block, kickin it in and it was no you with us, [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin, And my 8th album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks... [Freeway] 6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin, And my 8th album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks... [Freeway] 6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made [Freeway] 6 miles and running in the pontiak, 6 thousand 86 trans mic shift, While the engine run, Anyone turn around And give me one more chance, Let em smoke and scream em one more grams, So i'm a bring them, homie, son and my pop, Stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama, Mix alot with my son, my son growin and he learnin alot, Thats what i'm toastin, thats what i'm burin, so pop, Right on your own, rell 'em nigga, tell 'em nigga, Its like a biblical scripture, Look back turn to salt like the sinners And most yall heartless and self-centered Like me shaggin, me shack, Set up your brother cause you jealous nigga, Heat back, uh, like, you never love for never And cops watch every step, 6 miles and running Dodge in every trap, the rap ginger-bread-man, Cherish every precious breath, stat pick a second gat Uh.. [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin, And my 8th album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks... [Freeway] 6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin, And my 8th album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks... [Freeway] 6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made [Jay-Z] Back when nobody would find me a talent, Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me, Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she deny me, Me being the youngest friend to come up out of her, Tell me, she got every love for me, When niggas would worn me the industry shun me, That's why I'm taking all the industries money, Revenge is sweet honey, we run this, Young is the illest, free is the future, Beans and bleekers right now, We can see our 8 miles nigga... [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin, And my 8th album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks... [Freeway] 6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin, And my 8th album coming, Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks... [Freeway] 6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin, And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Spit Shine (Xzibit) I'ma clean this whole shit out like climax, With words put together better then sony electronics, King of the jungle, humbly stay honest, Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas, Gasoline the scene, strike the match, Inferno, I'm to thru nigga, so stand back, I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme And make my career take a incline, I'm strick with knives, straight with razors, Good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah) Been around the world on a million stages, Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes, I had guns before thugs was in fashion, I mashed out before niggas knew mashin, I knew terror before the plane started crashin, I got punch lines and niggas aint laughin... I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down, Insomnia style I won't lie down, Fight the good fight don't need no help, Keep your hands up defend yourself, Move like I move and live life long , Can't move up if your heart's not strong, Get your own shit cause this shit's mine, Every time I spit, I shine Cock-sucker I preach what I practise, Back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up, Still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acura, Yall suck like jail in dracula, X turn up the heat, increase the hatred, Straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit, So i guess that means I cant fuck with you now, Drew down, let off, facate to new town, You feel like bishop, induced now, Gotta flame thrower that will burn Great holes till you goose down, (yeah) Rough sound, same strong background, Bent on black the big boys playin tips down, My whole train of thought is the party, Any motherfucker with problems and not get caught, I was blessed with life but I curse to death, I'm a spit till my very last breath... Fuck y’all! I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down, Insomnia style I won't lie down, Fight the good fight don't need no help, Keep your hands up defend yourself, Move like I move and live life long , Can't move up if your heart's not strong, Get your own shit cause this shit's mine, Every time I spit, I shine Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target, You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa) Come across dope like planes and boats, Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat, You ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself, The body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second, The evidence are the weapon and the people involved, Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure, I say that, to say this, If you cant handle the time then ride the beach, Might as well touch your tail and jump the fence, Castrate yourself expose the bitch, X go head up, the fuck never ran from it, I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach, You ain't a killer you a album filler, You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter, Game over... I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down, Insomnia style I won't lie down, Fight the good fight don't need no help, Keep your hands up defend yourself, Move like I move and live life long , Can't move up if your hearts not strong, Get your own shit cause this shit's mine, Every time I spit, I shine 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Time Of My Life (Macy Gray) When there come and left for dead I've been out of my head And now i wanna be bigger Bein' here with you It's not so hard to be I can see my dreams I know im gunna be better My friends always say My friends always say That everything will be okay But it don't always, work out that way So her i am again Beleivin in, cause i remember when Baby I had the time of my life Everything is right with you After all that i've been through I aint tried to lose This time of my life, with you Baby People say I'm out of line So much on my mind Like i wanna be bigger Sometimes it dont rhyme But when you're here with me I have poetry I know im gunna be better And my friends always say My friends always say That everything will be okay But it don't always, work out that way So her i am again Beleivin in, cause i remember when Baby I had the time of my life Everything is right with you After all that i've been through I aint tried to lose This time of my life, with you Baby One day they will see The giant baby Finally see me smile Hear me laughing, out loud My voice will be heard Its no longer absurd And i hope you hear Cause baby, baby I haaaaddd... I had the time of my life Everything is right with you After all that i've been through I aint tried to lose Gotta make my move and groove Everything i can I had the time of my life Time of my life, with you Baby, take my hand Because im going to go on to This time of my life, with you Baby I had the time of my life Time of my life, with you 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index U Wanna Be Me (Nas) Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe) Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha) I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches Can't keep they hands to theyself no more I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy It's childish; should I have to resort to violence? Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album And show you how to stay off my dick That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section Plus I'm the last real nigga alive Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave you Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch As real millionaire, shit'll take place Evil as Hitler's hate-race people This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan Is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior? Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at? Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin? Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha Take me out, try try try, but you Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction You can't be me 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Wanksta (50 Cent) It's 50 a.k.a Farrari F 50 Break it down I got alot of loving to do before i die And i aint got time to waste Lets make it You said you a gansta But you neva pop nuthin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You ain'ta friend of mine, (huh) You ain't a kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think Ima run up on you wit the nine We do this all the time Right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and we go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fine I gotta make her mine A ass like that gotta be one of a kind I Crush em' every time Push em' with every nine I'M fuckin wit they mind I make em' press rewind They know they can't shine if i'm around the rhyme land on paroza's 94 cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9 The D's ran up in my crib You know who droppin dimes You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nothin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to to the dealership But you neva cop nothin You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nothin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to to the dealership But you neva cop nothin You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothin Damn Homie, In highschool you was the man homie What the fuck happened to you I got the sickest vendeta when it come to the cheddar And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sippin on a merada I'm livin once then deta, i know i could do beta She look good but i know she after my cheddar She tryna get in my pockets Homie and i ain't gonna lett her Be easy, stop the bullshiting You get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out Cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nothin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to to the dealership But you neva cop nothin You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nothin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to to the dealership But you neva cop nothin You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothin Me I'm no mobster Me I'm no ganster Me I'm no hitman, me i'm just me, me Me I’m no wangster Me I'm no actor But It's me you see on your t.v Cause i hustle baby This rap shit is so easy I'm getting what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, i got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop me heat Niggas sayin they going murder 50 how We ridin roung with guns the size of Little Bow Wow What you know about a.k and a.r's 15 Equipped, with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nothin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to to the dealership But you neva cop nothin You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nothin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to to the dealership But you neva cop nothin You been hustling a long time And you ain't got nothin 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Wasting My Time (Taryn Manning (Bookmat)) I don't think you understand That what you're doing is not so cool You think it's funny to mess with my mind Don't you You know I like you so you just tease me You give me just enough to hang on enough When you're just wasting my time You're simply wasting my time So quit wasting my time Do you hear me when I say So let me ask you something Do you think I'm pretty or don't you Do you wanna get with me or not and nowwww Or are you just wasting my time You're simply wasting my time So quit wasting my time And what would you've got to say Well things have got to change Say this just isn't right I don't wanna have to fight And I think I'd better go Cause this ain't working out any more And I'm sorry, sorry, sorry Understand That what you did Was just not so cool Baby, you're just not that cool 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index R.A.K.I.M. (Rakim) Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, Rak, R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne Hey when Rak come along Its a rap ya'll relax The alminac Just show me where the parties at Seminars and tracks Closed comas and cardiacs Broads and cats screamin "oh my god, hes back" Just amagine, i hit the lab and get it crackin A thousand styles and one verse wearing the swiss patterns Chicks get stabbed in the back til they have spasms Known to spit a magnum or split a atom Who would of known that jesus would come back to the ghetto On that level Like a black pharoah with packed metal So black rebels, a black pedal The pharoah with 5 bevels and take a word of rap Gettin bazaarre, oh hardcore This is for yall, the crib or the par Playin when you get in the car Chill at the bar, spit somethen or split a cigar Get with yah dogs to bring along to the bar R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne I used to paint this flo' on nathan scrolls Then learned to make this doe with gangstas roll Think like the late great capone, but the bank is closed These cats that think they ball but they aint this cold Im from new york city, even where pretty chicks act dark Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up Put the strap up, you thought my name was kid, back up Big niggas, *spit* pick that up or lick that up Raised by gangsters and gamblers, hustlers, conartists, convicts, killers and dons Drug dealers, players and pimps, smooth talkers, stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and dogs Wanted by every soul and lay dead in the turf Cursed by every spirt and never made it to birth Since the moon seperated from earth Thats why they say thats why im the greatest that ever orcahstrated a verse R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne Hey yo Toast to that, its the cat that broke backs to a sold clap or smoke a track, how dope is that Pope will rap, wrote back the most slack They know back before they turned coke to crack To my dawgs hearin sirens on the firearms I'll come, dyin wars and behind iron bars The boulevard retire broads when i aint bob Try and rob my dialog, i am god Chicks moan to get next to my throne, sniff my cologne and get rak alone Sex pots at home, the tests gots to go Caress spots, dressed up, fed rocks to bone Hit the floors, its for 2003 Hits galore, who rock a style as wild as me Rest assured when i rock dance crowds, they scream Bitch malore, i rock mine out rahim R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne R Rugged and rough thats how i do it A Allah, who i praise to the fullest K Keep it movin' I Stand alone M Its my crown, my world, my throne 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index That's My Nigga Fo' Real (Young Zee) Ugh, zee I got wakin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me We have small beef, i still sell em o's for three fifty They known when big beef, i'll pop 100 times They like road kill, i live niggas brains on 189 And my down bitches, they be ready to kill I be like chill, they be like "thats my nigga fo real" Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real I don't give a fuck if we dont sell a record We still gunna get this money in the bricks Spill it zee I'm like santa clause, i deliver niggas grams raw Straight from panama, they eat it up like hannibal And my dons, they appear like magic wands I sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track im on Plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans More raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram I get bboy a truck, yo truck in the river Fuck some doe, he be like "thats my nigga fo real" Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before i crawl I want it all, ever since i came outta my mommas walls Im trying to make so much doe when i write a song I can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final calls Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus We fabolous, while you fall off like canabis's managers My man d, you keep the nina pillin Zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like sarina williams Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Zee need buddha, E user Be freelookers spittin from our pt cruisers My tank dont drop, i still got doe to make Got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight Blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier 16 cellys and 4 pagers Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars Got axe n nitty in atlanta deep Ran the street, 10 grand a week I got one word, dont put ya man to sleep And i love my jersey live bitches They leave a nigga, face with 35 stitches They'll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the oceans They see where octopusses live This label deal is for raws pacin chill I know mad heads, but still Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Thats my nigga fo real Yeah what Bricks 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Battle (Gangstarr) {*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*} {*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} {*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*} {*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} [Guru] I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the train To straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club, stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with your war stories You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories How you expect us to take you seriously? The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} "Yo man.." "You know the drill" {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} "Yo man.." "How much money you got?" [Guru] Bitch you don't even know, the half about me I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect in the street While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit You can't compare to the status right here Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} "Yo man.." "How much money you got?" "What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} "Yo man.." "You know the drill" {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*} "You know the drill" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} {*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} "You know the drill" 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index Rabbit Run (Eminem) Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just put it all in to all I spit Instead I always try to swallow it Instead of staring at this wall and shit While I sit writers block sick of all this shit Can't call it shit, all I know is i'll hit the wall If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealing with another fucking politic I'm like a skillet bubblin till it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up Blow this building up, i've concealed enough My cup run'ith over i've done and filled it up, The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, Well i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush You dont feel it then it must be to real to touch Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up Yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be I'ma make you hate me cause you aint me You aint, it aint to late to finally see What you close minded fucks were to blind to see Whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee Out this world and aint no one out their mind as me You need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine All I need's a line but sometimes I dont always find the words to rhyme To express how i'm really feeling at that time Teah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Just sometimes, its always me How dark can these hallways be The clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3 This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper I'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slump Cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped But wait here comes something Nope, its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up and throw that shit out I'm fizzling now thought I had figured it out Ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade Sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter, bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter I'm a sit here till I get enough For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point Put some oil in your joints Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed An MC's worst dream I make 'em tense They hate me, see me and shake like a chain linked fence By the looks of 'em you would swear jaws was commin' By the scream of 'em you would swear i'm sawing someone By the way they running you would swear the law was commin Its now or never and tonight it's all or nothing Momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back He pinky promised, I dont think he's honest I'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, i'ma make 'em eat this watch Dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race And i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face Bitch, I found my nitch, you gonna hear my voice Till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice If I gotta scream till I have half a lung If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run... 8 Mile (Soundtrack) Index