| [00:01.00] | 8 Mile (2002) |
| [00:09.00] | {Verse} |
| [00:10.08] | Some days I just wanna up and call it quits |
| [00:12.46] | I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks |
| [00:14.77] | Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits |
| [00:17.30] | My life's like one great big ball of shit |
| [00:19.61] | If I could just put it all into all I spit |
| [00:22.28] | Instead of always trying to swallow it |
| [00:24.03] | Instead of staring at this wall and shit |
| [00:26.12] | While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit |
| [00:28.48] | Can't call it, shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall |
| [00:31.67] | If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits |
| [00:34.70] | This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it |
| [00:37.55] | I ain't dealing with another fucking politic |
| [00:40.07] | I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up |
| [00:42.21] | I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up |
| [00:44.95] | Blow this building up, I've concealed enough |
| [00:47.53] | My cup runneth over, I done filled it up |
| [00:49.89] | The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts |
| [00:52.46] | You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts |
| [00:54.85] | Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush |
| [00:57.64] | You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch |
| [01:00.06] | Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up |
| [01:02.38] | Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up |
| [01:04.79] | Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be |
| [01:07.51] | I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me |
| [01:10.03] | You wait, it ain't too late to finally see |
| [01:12.34] | What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see |
| [01:14.92] | Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee |
| [01:17.50] | Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me |
| [01:20.04] | You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine |
| [01:22.66] | All I need's a line |
| [01:23.90] | But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme |
| [01:26.40] | To express how I'm really feeling at that time |
| [01:28.80] | Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
| [01:30.51] | It's just sometimes, it's always me |
| [01:32.57] | How dark can these hallways be? |
| [01:34.49] | The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three |
| [01:38.00] | This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper |
| [01:41.14] | {rip} I'm desperate at my desk |
| [01:42.89] | If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again |
| [01:45.00] | Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' |
| [01:45.51] | Fuck, I'm stumped up, wait, here comes somethin' |
| [01:51.05] | {crumples paper} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out |
| [01:53.12] | New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out |
| [01:55.33] | I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out |
| [01:57.58] | Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out |
| [02:00.28] | I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? |
| [02:02.25] | Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave |
| [02:05.89] | Real enough to rile you up |
| [02:07.77] | Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want |
| [02:10.13] | I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter |
| [02:12.88] | I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a |
| [02:15.00] | Fucking boiling point, put some oil in your joints |
| [02:18.00] | Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed |
| [02:20.73] | An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense |
| [02:22.95] | They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence |
| [02:25.34] | By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' |
| [02:27.82] | By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawing someone |
| [02:30.29] | By the way they're running, you would swear the law was comin' |
| [02:32.77] | It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' |
| [02:35.33] | Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back |
| [02:38.40] | He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest |
| [02:40.47] | I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock |
| [02:42.88] | Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch |
| [02:45.48] | Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race |
| [02:47.88] | And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch |
| [02:51.03] | I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice |
| [02:53.12] | 'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice |
| [02:55.58] | If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung |
| [02:58.17] | If I have half a chance I grab it — Rabbit, run! |
| [03:01.54] | --- 8 Mile (2002) --- |
| [03:01.54] | --- Eminem --- |
| [03:04.54] | Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' |
| [03:09.54] |
| [00:01.00] | 8 Mile 2002 |
| [00:09.00] | Verse |
| [00:10.08] | Some days I just wanna up and call it quits |
| [00:12.46] | I feel like I' m surrounded by a wall of bricks |
| [00:14.77] | Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits |
| [00:17.30] | My life' s like one great big ball of shit |
| [00:19.61] | If I could just put it all into all I spit |
| [00:22.28] | Instead of always trying to swallow it |
| [00:24.03] | Instead of staring at this wall and shit |
| [00:26.12] | While I sit, writer' s block, sick of all this shit |
| [00:28.48] | Can' t call it, shit, all I know is I' m about to hit the wall |
| [00:31.67] | If I have to see another one of mom' s alcoholic fits |
| [00:34.70] | This is it, last straw, that' s all, that' s it |
| [00:37.55] | I ain' t dealing with another fucking politic |
| [00:40.07] | I' m like a skillet bubbling until it filters up |
| [00:42.21] | I' m about to kill it, I can feel it building up |
| [00:44.95] | Blow this building up, I' ve concealed enough |
| [00:47.53] | My cup runneth over, I done filled it up |
| [00:49.89] | The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts |
| [00:52.46] | You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts |
| [00:54.85] | Well, I' ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush |
| [00:57.64] | You don' t feel it, then it must be too real to touch |
| [01:00.06] | Peel the Dutch, I' m about to tear shit up |
| [01:02.38] | Goosebumps, yeah, I' ma make your hair sit up |
| [01:04.79] | Yeah, sit up, I' ma tell you who I be |
| [01:07.51] | I' ma make you hate me, cause you ain' t me |
| [01:10.03] | You wait, it ain' t too late to finally see |
| [01:12.34] | What you closedminded fucks were too blind to see |
| [01:14.92] | Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder' s fee |
| [01:17.50] | Out this world, ain' t no one out their mind as me |
| [01:20.04] | You need peace of mind? Here' s a piece of mine |
| [01:22.66] | All I need' s a line |
| [01:23.90] | But sometimes I don' t always find the words to rhyme |
| [01:26.40] | To express how I' m really feeling at that time |
| [01:28.80] | Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
| [01:30.51] | It' s just sometimes, it' s always me |
| [01:32.57] | How dark can these hallways be? |
| [01:34.49] | The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then halfpast three |
| [01:38.00] | This halfassed rhyme with this halfassed piece of paper |
| [01:41.14] | rip I' m desperate at my desk |
| [01:42.89] | If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again |
| [01:45.00] | Stuck in a slump, can' t think of nothin' |
| [01:45.51] | Fuck, I' m stumped up, wait, here comes somethin' |
| [01:51.05] | crumples paper Nope, it' s not good enough, scribble it out |
| [01:53.12] | New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out |
| [01:55.33] | I' m fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out |
| [01:57.58] | Ball' s in my court, but I' m scared to dribble it out |
| [02:00.28] | I' m afraid, but why am I afraid? |
| [02:02.25] | Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave |
| [02:05.89] | Real enough to rile you up |
| [02:07.77] | Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want |
| [02:10.13] | I' m a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain' t a quitter |
| [02:12.88] | I' ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a |
| [02:15.00] | Fucking boiling point, put some oil in your joints |
| [02:18.00] | Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed |
| [02:20.73] | An MC' s worst dream, I make ' em tense |
| [02:22.95] | They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence |
| [02:25.34] | By the looks of ' em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' |
| [02:27.82] | By the screams of ' em, you would swear I' m sawing someone |
| [02:30.29] | By the way they' re running, you would swear the law was comin' |
| [02:32.77] | It' s now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' |
| [02:35.33] | Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he' d be back |
| [02:38.40] | He pinky promised, I don' t think he' s honest |
| [02:40.47] | I' ll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock |
| [02:42.88] | Fuck this clock, I' ma make ' em eat this watch |
| [02:45.48] | Don' t believe me? Watch, I' ma win this race |
| [02:47.88] | And I' ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch |
| [02:51.03] | I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice |
| [02:53.12] | ' Til you sick of it, you ain' t gonna have a choice |
| [02:55.58] | If I gotta scream ' til I have half a lung |
| [02:58.17] | If I have half a chance I grab it Rabbit, run! |
| [03:01.54] | 8 Mile 2002 |
| [03:01.54] | Eminem |
| [03:04.54] | Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain' t callin' |
| [03:09.54] |
| [00:01.00] | 8 Mile 2002 |
| [00:09.00] | Verse |
| [00:10.08] | Some days I just wanna up and call it quits |
| [00:12.46] | I feel like I' m surrounded by a wall of bricks |
| [00:14.77] | Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits |
| [00:17.30] | My life' s like one great big ball of shit |
| [00:19.61] | If I could just put it all into all I spit |
| [00:22.28] | Instead of always trying to swallow it |
| [00:24.03] | Instead of staring at this wall and shit |
| [00:26.12] | While I sit, writer' s block, sick of all this shit |
| [00:28.48] | Can' t call it, shit, all I know is I' m about to hit the wall |
| [00:31.67] | If I have to see another one of mom' s alcoholic fits |
| [00:34.70] | This is it, last straw, that' s all, that' s it |
| [00:37.55] | I ain' t dealing with another fucking politic |
| [00:40.07] | I' m like a skillet bubbling until it filters up |
| [00:42.21] | I' m about to kill it, I can feel it building up |
| [00:44.95] | Blow this building up, I' ve concealed enough |
| [00:47.53] | My cup runneth over, I done filled it up |
| [00:49.89] | The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts |
| [00:52.46] | You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts |
| [00:54.85] | Well, I' ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush |
| [00:57.64] | You don' t feel it, then it must be too real to touch |
| [01:00.06] | Peel the Dutch, I' m about to tear shit up |
| [01:02.38] | Goosebumps, yeah, I' ma make your hair sit up |
| [01:04.79] | Yeah, sit up, I' ma tell you who I be |
| [01:07.51] | I' ma make you hate me, cause you ain' t me |
| [01:10.03] | You wait, it ain' t too late to finally see |
| [01:12.34] | What you closedminded fucks were too blind to see |
| [01:14.92] | Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder' s fee |
| [01:17.50] | Out this world, ain' t no one out their mind as me |
| [01:20.04] | You need peace of mind? Here' s a piece of mine |
| [01:22.66] | All I need' s a line |
| [01:23.90] | But sometimes I don' t always find the words to rhyme |
| [01:26.40] | To express how I' m really feeling at that time |
| [01:28.80] | Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes |
| [01:30.51] | It' s just sometimes, it' s always me |
| [01:32.57] | How dark can these hallways be? |
| [01:34.49] | The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then halfpast three |
| [01:38.00] | This halfassed rhyme with this halfassed piece of paper |
| [01:41.14] | rip I' m desperate at my desk |
| [01:42.89] | If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again |
| [01:45.00] | Stuck in a slump, can' t think of nothin' |
| [01:45.51] | Fuck, I' m stumped up, wait, here comes somethin' |
| [01:51.05] | crumples paper Nope, it' s not good enough, scribble it out |
| [01:53.12] | New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out |
| [01:55.33] | I' m fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out |
| [01:57.58] | Ball' s in my court, but I' m scared to dribble it out |
| [02:00.28] | I' m afraid, but why am I afraid? |
| [02:02.25] | Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave |
| [02:05.89] | Real enough to rile you up |
| [02:07.77] | Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want |
| [02:10.13] | I' m a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain' t a quitter |
| [02:12.88] | I' ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a |
| [02:15.00] | Fucking boiling point, put some oil in your joints |
| [02:18.00] | Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed |
| [02:20.73] | An MC' s worst dream, I make ' em tense |
| [02:22.95] | They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence |
| [02:25.34] | By the looks of ' em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' |
| [02:27.82] | By the screams of ' em, you would swear I' m sawing someone |
| [02:30.29] | By the way they' re running, you would swear the law was comin' |
| [02:32.77] | It' s now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' |
| [02:35.33] | Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he' d be back |
| [02:38.40] | He pinky promised, I don' t think he' s honest |
| [02:40.47] | I' ll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock |
| [02:42.88] | Fuck this clock, I' ma make ' em eat this watch |
| [02:45.48] | Don' t believe me? Watch, I' ma win this race |
| [02:47.88] | And I' ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch |
| [02:51.03] | I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice |
| [02:53.12] | ' Til you sick of it, you ain' t gonna have a choice |
| [02:55.58] | If I gotta scream ' til I have half a lung |
| [02:58.17] | If I have half a chance I grab it Rabbit, run! |
| [03:01.54] | 8 Mile 2002 |
| [03:01.54] | Eminem |
| [03:04.54] | Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain' t callin' |
| [03:09.54] |
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