[Intense hip-hop music]

[Pounding on door]

Hold on a minute.

MAN IN HALL: What the fuck?

JIMMY: Hold on a fuckin' minute!

[Hip-hop music stops suddenly]

[Hip-hop beat from other room]

[Vomiting]

[Pounding on door]

MAN IN HALL: Yo, what the fuck?

Quit playing with 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.

JIMMY: He has a problem with me.

BOUNCER: Shut 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 obviously got something

Against me. I go to the bathroom--

Rise above that bullshit.

JIMMY: Hold on, man.

FUTURE: You fucking threw up on yourself?

Come here!

CHEDDAR: Hey, Rabbit.

DJ IZ: I know you're ready, Rabbit.

CHEDDAR: Where you goin'?

FUTURE: He hurled on his shirt.

CHEDDAR: Let me see.

JIMMY: Get the fuck off me.

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.

FUTURE: What, again?

JIMMY: 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 mum's?

Can I get some fucking privacy here?

FUTURE: All right, come on.

My bad, man.

If something's gonna happen with

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?

JIMMY: I feel good.

FUTURE: You feel good?

FUTURE: Sure?

JIMMY: 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 momma

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]

FUTURE: Kinda mediocre love?

Just all right for Shorty Mike?

All right, what about Papa Doc?

[Cheering and whistling]

All right, Papa,

You go to the next round.

FUTURE: 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

FUTURE: Whoa, whoa, okay,

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'all find this nigga at?

CHEDDAR: 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!

[Sombre keyboard music]

[Hip-hop beat accompanies

Instrumental music]

[Stephanie moaning]

What the fuck?

STEPHANIE: Oh, shit, Rabbit.

GREG: 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 down

To the phone place tomorrow.

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.

GREG: Sleeping with someone else?

STEPHANIE: 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.

That's good. What?

He got fired from a pizza place.

-At least I got a fucking job.

-Okay, stop it.

Only ex-cons and welfare mums work

At that plant.

STEPHANIE: 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.

GREG: Just like Bob Zurowsky.

All your friends still living

At home, aren't they?

What a bunch of fucking losers.

JIMMY: Fuck you!

GREG: What's your problem?

JIMMY: What's your problem, bitch?

Don't kick my clothes!

-Don't fucking judge me!

-Why don't you grow up!

STEPHANIE: Stop it!

JIMMY: It's him, not me!

I've fought guys bigger than you.

JIMMY: Fucking punk.

STEPHANIE: Stop it!

JIMMY: Hey, Lily.

Hey, baby.

What are you still doing up?

You woke me up.

Yeah, I'm sorry, baby.

What'd I do?

JIMMY: Go back to bed.

LIL Y: Will you sing to me?

Yeah. Of course I will. Come on.

JIMMY: [Singing] I know this girl

Her name is Lily

And it's past her bed

T-l-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

Good night, baby. Go to sleep.

STEPHANIE: If you're going to live here,

You have to get along with Greg.

He started it.

STEPHANIE: You can't fuck this up

For 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.

JIMMY: Don't tell nobody

I'm living back here, man.

WINK: 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 taking a fucking bus to work.

Look, I was just on the horn

With my man Roy Darucher.

-The promo guy?

-Yeah.

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 man out of

Flipping burgers at 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.

JIMMY: Roy paid for Big O's demo?

WINK: 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.

JIMMY: All right.

WINK: All right.

I'll talk to you later.

WINK: Call me later.

JIMMY: Okay.

[Hip-hop instrumental 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?

MANNY: You just started working here.

Hey, Dutton.

MANNY: He shittin' me?

JOE LEE: What?

You late again and you're fired.

-I'm looking for John Latourno.

-I can take you.

MANNY: 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 mum.

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?

[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

[Singing] 'Cause I live at home in a trailer

Mom, I'm coming home to you

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.

JIMMY: Look at me.

FUTURE: Listen.

Once they hear you,

It won't matter what colour you are.

You win some battles...

Three One Third will have

The street credit we need.

With you and me as 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?

[Greg laughing]

-The dude mentally ill?

-Car accident, man.

He's supposed to get some big

Settlement cheque soon or some shit.

Will you hurry up with that thing?

Try it now.

[Car engine sputtering]

Give it some gas.

[Car engine revving]

[Future laughing triumphantly]

That's what I'm talking about, baby.

We're going out tonight.

JIMMY: Tonight?

FUTURE: Yeah....
Fuck last night. Okay? Forget it.

What about being straight

With the Lord?

Come on man, it's Saturday. I can

Get straight with him on Sunday.

[Gangster rap song]

Hey, B, I got these new beats, man.

You know how much I like your mum--

Shit, I really, really like

Your momma, Rabbit.

But she did you no favour

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 coastlwest Coast thing?

SOL: We got to put Mo on the map.

CHEDDAR: Yeah. Talking about the1.

Man, nobody even knows

Detroit is the1.

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?

[Cheddar hollers]

DJ IZ: Why'd you bring

That damn thing, man?

Oh, man!

FUTURE: Shoot it.

SOL: Pinkeye, bitch!

FUTURE: Let me see.

Let me show you motherfuckers

How to shoot something.

Do it, do it.

Okay. Here we go.

Here it is, here it is.

[AII 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 wail]

Fuck!

-Toss the weed, Cheddar!

-Toss the fucking weed!

[Music stops]

-What the fuck are 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.

SOL: You were scared!

DJ IZ: You were scared!

FUTURE: No, you were scared, motherfucker!

Do you know how many abandoned

Buildings we have in Detroit?

How can you have pride

In your neighbourhood...

With shit like that next 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 care

When the crackhead raped that girl?

You think it would've happened

Without an abandoned house?

CHEDDAR: They caught him, right?

FUTURE: Yeah.

Dumb motherfucker

Went back to the house.

How stupid could a nigga be.

SOL: What's happening under that hood?

JIMMY: 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 mum's

Trying to kill him.

Yeah, she's so goddamn fine,

She could kill me.

Don't be saying shit

About my mum or my fucking car, man.

I hear everything.

He a ninja now.
[Engine roaring]

CHEDDAR: 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?

-Yeah.

You the man, Rabbit.

[Rapping] My voice spits the fiery reign

Try and refrain

Come on, baby, it's redemption time.

Come on, man.

[Rapping] I be the nigga in The Shelter

Eyein' your chain

[Rapping] 313 area

Bomb and bury you with vengeance

My rhyme sentences will end

Your resistance with a rigorousness

Niggas, I'm serious, delirious

'Cause a curious

Pause the fury 'cause

Throw my jaws

From devouring y'all raw

FUTURE: Three One Third, we in the house.

Mac Mitten's finest.

DJ Iz, let me get that beat, baby.

Give me that beat.

Hip-Hop Shop, baby. Come on.

[DJ Iz beat-boxing]

[Rapping] You forced to listen to

The individual, the metaphysical

The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual

Heterosexual

Syllables sound complex to you

Lines perplexing you

With words that put a hex on you

Snap that neck on you

Murder you, boil you

We keep a white boy or two

Let my man grab the mic

See how Bunny Rabbit do

FUTURE: Come on, man.

Come on, man.

Kick that 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.

-Yeah.

-Told you they were talkin' shit.

-[Whispering] Fuck Tha Free World.

-Yeah.

Fuck Tha Free World!

Fuck Tha Free World?

You Three One Third bitches 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 to step to this.

You need to take that white ass rap

Back across 8 Mile.

Caught your choke act

At The Shelter last night.

[Mimics choking sounds]

FUTURE: Oh, shit!

WINK: What are you doing?

Put the shit down.

PAPA DOC: Come on.

WINK: Pull out!

Be cool. Chill, chill. Come on.

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

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

Come on.

I should fuck you up, Cheddar.

What the fuck were you thinking?

''Fuck Tha Free World''?

CHEDDAR: Future said it!

[Party hip-hop song]

It's at the Hip-Hop Shop.

Leadaz Of Tha Free World.

Hip-Hop Shop, Wednesday night.

Come on down.

SOL: It'll be your only opportunity

To blow both of us.

After we go platinum, you won't

Be able to get to me and Future.

Why do they call you Future?

I had a lot of names,

The most conceited kind.

I was Maximum, Brimstone,

Godfather D, Devastatin' D.

Big D, that has a double meaning.

But none of them worked...

Till I started hosting the battles

At The Shelter.

One day somebody said,

''You know what?

''You are the future

Of hip-hop in Detroit.''

So you see, baby...

Sometimes you got to find your name

And other times...

Your name finds you.

Want to smoke some ganja?

That's our problem. If we don't

Respect our sisters, who will?

We're doing it to ourselves.

He's my brother.
He don't like 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 show

With them at Hip-Hop Shop.

Those Free World bitches?

See what I'm talking about?

Look, they're just one of the acts.

If you want, i'll step out.

You're my friend.

I don't want you mad.

Man, do what you want to do.

Yeah, do what you want to do.

Respect yourself, sister.

Goddamn. Don't you ever shut up?

Why you got to push me?

Damn, Future.

What the hell is his problem?

JIMMY: Future?

WINK: Yeah.
He thinks sometimes you talk shit.

Who's he to say what's real?

'Cause he hosts the battles?

Ain't that Janeane?

CHEDDAR: I thought she was pregnant.

SOL: Pregnant?

I'm out. I'll be outside.

By myself.

[Romantic hip-hop music]

Here's your chance, girl. Go ahead.

You're Jimmy Smith, Jr.

My name's Alex.

You find the guy

You was looking for?

-What guy?

-At the plant.

That was my brother.

I was borrowing a car.

I hear you're a real dope rapper.

-A ''dope'' rapper?

-Yeah.

Who told you that?

You know, it's around.

If you're so dope,

Why are you at Dead End Stamping?

JIMMY: Your brother works there.

ALEX: My brother's a loser.

And you?

I work at Intermezzo,

Saving enough to get out of here.

Bussin' dishes is much better

Than pressing bumpers.

I won't be there long.

-Where are you going?

-New York.

I won a modelling contest.

A judge said he'd help me out.

I just have to get a book together.

What if he ain't for real?

All I'm looking for is a ticket.

Rabbit! You and your friend want

To bounce to an after-hours spot?

''Rabbit.''

Let me ask my friends.

Where are we going?

My house.

-What about your mum?

-Working nights.

That's the after-hours spot?

Heck, yeah.
Can some of us ride with you?

[Sexy hip-hop song]

-Why do they call you Rabbit?

-He's fast and likes to 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.

CHEDDAR: He's the best!

Shut up.

-When is it?

-Friday night.

Yeah?

Can I come?

I'm not battling next Friday, dawg.

You will if she's there.

You want to be the man.

All right. Just don't push.

We all need to be pushed sometimes.

My bad. I'm sorry.

You gonna let him push you?

FUTURE: You can't catch me

And you never will!

JIMMY: 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.

CHEDDAR: 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 with a dick up your ass.

Three One Third is real.

What Wink is talking about is wack.

DJ IZ: Another example of people's needs

Being denied by the city.

The media should be all over this.

It'll happen again.

The city don't give a fuck.

What is he talking 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.

FUTURE: Burn this shit down to 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.

CHEDDAR: 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?

FUTURE: I gave it back.

CHEDDAR: I got one.

FUTURE: Wait, what are you doing?

ALL: No!

JIMMY: What the fuck, you guys!

SOL: I'm gonna fuck you up, Cheddar!

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.

JIMMY: 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: [Over 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!

JIMMY: Come on, Mum. Not in front of Lily.

I can't let Greg find out.

Fuck Greg.

I'm three months late.

STEPHANIE: We've0 days to get the money.

JIMMY: ''We''?

If you want to live here,

You got to start chipping in.

Where's Greg's settlement cheque?

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--

Mum, 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.

Yeah.

Right.

'Bye, baby.

[Rapping] Alex Latourno

Hotter than an inferno

Hotter than a crack house

Burn internal

JOE LEE: Up!

Down!

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.

Up!

Down!

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 know what 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 up

And 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 be bringing that shit

Around 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'all talk about

Complex shit and leave out 2Pac.

Fuck 2Pac!

Nigga, you crazy? Pac's the only

Lyrical motherfucker 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.

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.

LC: What the fuck you gonna do?

WINK: Come on, man!

FUTURE: Let him go.

[Gunshot]

You want to fuck with us?

Fuck with us, yeah?

What the fuck are you doing?

Where'd you get that shit?

It's my mum'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: 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!

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!

JIMMY: 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.

JIMMY: What?

CHEDDAR: MC Bob.

JIMMY: What do you mean?

CHEDDAR: Is it 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.

SOL: 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?

What?
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.

WINK: Suck a dick!

FUTURE: You little bitch!

Back down!

Cheddar's in the hospital

And you fight about this?

So fucking stupid!

WINK: Forget this car, B.

SOL: i'll give you a ride to work

In the morning.

TEACHER: [Over TV] You've made a mistake.

I don't have any coloured girl

In my class.

MRS. JOHNSON: 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....

JIMMY: 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.

Mum, 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?

No.

-The settlement cheque ain't coming.

-No, it's coming.

It's our sex life.

I don't want to hear this shit.

STEPHANIE: I mean, it's good. It's real good.

But he won't--

JIMMY: I don't want to hear this!

Greg won't go down on me.

JIMMY: Mum!

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 7:0 in the morning, dawg.

-Thank your mum 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 goddamn boots

For Christsakes

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 me out 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?

[Clanging of industrial machines]

[Alex 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 friends don'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.

JIMMY: Where else would he be?

Just thank God he's alive.

No, thank God

He didn't shoot his 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.

FUTURE: One of them songs on JLB.

We need to save,

Put it into savings bonds...

And build our own studio.

FUTURE: 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 mums.

I'm out of here. Catch you later.

Get your mad, rambling ass

In the car.

SOL: I hope you get

A new ride soon, Rabbit.

DJ IZ: Maybe for that

Birthday tripping ass.

I'll call your momma.

See what I can work out.

I got shotgun, Shabba.

FUTURE: Get in the back, Farrakhan.

JIMMY: 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 what I'm saying, Rabbit?

Yeah.

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 mum'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.

JIMMY: So what?

WINK: 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 songs for my demo.

Okay.

[Hip-hop beat]

[Scattered rap lyrics to hip-hop beat]

Your mum'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?

GREG: 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.

JIMMY: 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.

JIMMY: Motherfucker!

STEPHANIE: Rabbit!

Jimmy! Please!

Stop it!

Stop!

JIMMY: Fuck you!

[Lily crying]

Rabbit, stop!

JIMMY: Fuck you!

STEPHANIE: Stop it!

[Lily whimpering]

JIMMY: Oh, my God. Lily.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

Come here, baby.

It's okay.

It's over, baby.

WINK: 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?

JIMMY: i'll drive.

WINK: The others'll be here soon.

Sol's mum's dropping them off.

I hear you're battling tomorrow.

I'm doing what?

Someone told me Future signed you up

At The Shelter.

Who told you that?

[Knocking at door]

WINK: What up?

Wipe your feet.

SOL: Nobody's wiping their feet

For your junky basement.

Where your momma at?

Working.

SOL: Dear momma!

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.

FUTURE: Look, Jimmy--

JIMMY: ''Look'' 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 fuck you want to do.

I don't give a shit anymore.

I really fucking don't!

WINK: You coming to JLB tonight?

I don't know, man.

[Sombre hip-hop music]

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.

WINK: You will?

ALEX: i'll always do it.

SOL: 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.

ALEX: Thanks, guys.

Want me to come up?

That's okay.

Mum.

Mum, come on, get up.

Come on.

Greg left me.

Greg left me.

JIMMY: Damn!

Get up.

It's okay, Lily.

It's okay, honey.

STEPHANIE: His settlement cheque came.

His settlement cheque 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?

STEPHANIE: 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.

DJ: 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.

Thank you.

BIG O: I did anything I could for free,

Just for the exposure.

DJ: 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 out for me like that.

That was much love.

I'm just trying to put Detroit,

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.

ALEX: Stop it!

DJ: i've seen you flippin' burgers!

Yeah, I did that.

I thought I recognised your face.

I know you been....

ALEX: Stop it! Please, Jimmy, stop!

-How long you been in the game?

-Roughly 15 years.

BIG O: It's an honour for me to come on

And have you do this for me.

BIG O: I really appreciate it.

DJ: 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 the1.

I'm doing it for y'all, man.

This is for Detroit,1, baby!

Love!

JIMMY: Thanks, Mrs. Helgeland.

MRS. HELGELAND: Any time.

Have a good night.

JIMMY: You have fun?

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!

PAPA DOC: What up, bitch?

Ready to get knocked out, dawg?

LC: Wink said you lived in a trailer

With your mum.

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.

Stop it!

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.

Come on.

He's done.

Free World, motherfucker.

[Jimmy coughing]

LC: Don't forget to come

To The Shelter tomorrow night.

PAPA DOC: You little faggot.

I mean, little Rabbit.

[Jimmy breathing heavily]

Jesus.

-What happened to you?

-I fell.

You fell?

I fell.

STEPHANIE: Come 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?

STEPHANIE: We're not getting evicted.

JIMMY: Why not?

STEPHANIE: I went to bingo.

And I won!

$, 200!

-You're kidding me.

-Nope!

STEPHANIE: 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?

Yeah.

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.

What up?

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.

Good for you.

I was hoping to see you

At 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]

CHEDDAR: It's Rabbit! Hey!

Rabbit, wait up!

SOL: What's up, man?

What happened to you?

CHEDDAR: You straight? Look at your eye.

JIMMY: 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?

Yeah.

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 handicap convention

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.

Can I come?

Hey, man...

-I apologise for--

-Stop it.

Don't do it.

I didn't even trip.

Just make sure...

You flip the script

On this shit tonight.

You understand me?

Thank you.

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...

PAPA DOC: Slaughter him.

...and my man B-Rabbit.

B-Rabbit, where you at?

B-Rabbit, come to the stage!

Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?

FUTURE: Where's he at?

CHEDDAR: They're calling you!

You drew Lyckety-Splyt

In the first round.

CHEDDAR: You okay with that?

JIMMY: Yeah.

I don't give a fuck who it is.

Okay.

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.

FUTURE: 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

[Audience roars]

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.

HECKLER: He's choking!

JIMMY: [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 momma

I'll be over later.

She can save me a plate.

LIL' TIC: You killed him. Good shit.

FUTURE: That's what I'm saying.

Hold up, hold up.

Next up, we got...

Ox and Strike.

Come to the stage, motherfuckers.

Yo, Rabbit!

[Laid-back hip-hop music]

FUTURE: Okay, B-Rabbit. Call it.

JIMMY: Heads.

Heads. Choose.
Lotto, it's on you, baby. You first.

LOTTO: Don't matter.

FUTURE: DJ, spin that shit!

[Background beat begins]

CHEDDAR: He's always taking his shirt off.

LOTTO: I'm gonna smash 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.

PAPA DOC: Rip him, Lotto! Rip him, baby!

[Lotto 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!''

[Audience hoots]

Whoa, okay, okay.

Can't be mad, can't be bad.

You killed that fucked-up white boy.

SOL: That ain't shit.

FUTURE: 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.

DJ, spin that shit!

[Background beat begins]

You got something?

You can't fuck with us!

Let's see what you got.

SOL: Come on, Rabbit!

CHEDDAR: 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 mic 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.

[Moderate applause]

FUTURE: 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.

Make sure you tip the bartenders.

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 line almost killed me.

SOL: But you flipped it.

FUTURE: You got it, man.

You're a fucking genius.

Make sure you serve this clown

In the next round for me.

-Whip Papa Doc's ass!

-He's got no vocabulary.

You worried about what he'll say?

What do you mean?

About Wink and that Alex bitch

Getting it on...

And them beating you up

And giving you a black eye and shit.

SOL: Cheddar!

FUTURE: Fuck that. Listen to me.

You're making history tonight.

Yeah, he ain't nothing. You got it!

You got this.

[Audience cheering]

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?

Heads.

Okay. Who goes first?

Let that bitch go first.

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.

[Background music begins]

[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

[Background music stops]

Fuck a beat

I go a cappella

Fuck a Papa Doc

Fuck a clock

Fuck a trailer

Fuck everybody

Fuck y'all if you doubt me

I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash

I say it proudly

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.

[Audience hooting]

FUTURE: We got a new champion!

B-Rabbit!

PAPA DOC: Let's roll, man.

AUDIENCE: [Chanting] Fuck Free World!1!

AUDIENCE: [Chanting] B-Rabbit!

FUTURE: Three One Third is 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]

SOL: All right, Rabbit.

CHEDDAR: Peace out, Rabbit!

[Hip-hop beat starts with rapping]

[Rapping completed lyrics to music]

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