[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]