| EMINEM 8 MILE SOUNDTRACK |
| Lose Yourself Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo.. [Verse 1] His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth but the words won't come out He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW! Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't Give up that easy nope, he won't have it He knows, his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so sad that he knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Chorus] You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go (go) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better.. [Verse 2] Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is boring; but superstardom's close to post-mortem, it only grows harder Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows He's known as the Globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah [Chorus] [Verse 3] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact that I can't get by with my nine to five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family, cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter Caught up between bein a father and a primadonna Baby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna stay in one spot, another day of monotony has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not Mom I love you but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got [Chorus] [Outro] You can do anything you set your mind to, man |
| 8 Mile [Eminem] Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great then I falls, my insides crawl and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road [Eminem] I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, and the same pants Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad! Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] [Eminem] You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where must I go, who must I know Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want is pity from no one, the city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road [Chorus] |
| Rabbit Run [Eminem] Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just, put it all into all I spit Instead of always tryin to swallow it Instead of starin at this wall and shit While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit Can't call it, shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts? Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme to express how I'm really feelin at that time Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper {*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in this slum, can't think of nothin Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin {*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave to this trade? Signed out of spit to the grave Real enough to rill you up Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run |
| Rap Game [Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac [Eminem] I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!) Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down I'm all for America, fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai Shit just don't change to this day I'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay But uckf-ay you igp-ay [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game Man, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game [Kon Artist] I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin' If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin' You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? OK, you win, you can say we can't rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack [Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*} Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga) I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911 cuz you need the- police to help you believe me [Proof] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common The nastiest band with gas in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse, fuck ya stature dog Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game) [Bizarre] I'm too fuckin' retarded I don't give a fuck about my dick That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game |
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