A rap version of "Saturday Night Fever." B-Rabbit, a wannabe rapper from the wrong side of Detroit's 8 Mile, has problems: he dumps his girlfriend when she tells him she's pregnant; to save money to make a demo tape, he moves into his alcoholic mom's trailer; his job's a dead end, and he's just choked at the local head-to-head rap contest. Things improve when he meets Alex - an aspiring model headed for New York - and a fast-talking pal promises to set up the demo. Then new setbacks: Alex isn't faithful, mom rejects him, rifts surface with his friends, and he's mugged by rivals. Everything hinges on the next rap showdown at the club. Can B-Rabbit pull truth out of his cap?
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The clip New Campion from 8 Mile (2002) with Mekhi Phifer, Eminem
Okay. Who goes first?
Let that bitch go first.
Whoa, ho, ho. Whoa, ho, whoa!
I can't believe my ears. A lot of hostility!
Papa got a lot of anger!
All right, all right, all right. Hey, check this out.
We got new rules. We got new rules.
Bein' it's the championship round.
Each of these cats, they get a minute and a half apiece.
I don't know what's gonna happen. You ready?
You know what to do? D.J., kick that shit!
Fight.! Fight.! Fight.!
Now, everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 3-1-3 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 Now who's afraid of the big, bad wolf
One, two, three and to the four
One Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, four 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, one
You're Pac, he's Pac No Pac, none
This guy ain't no motherfuckin'M.C.
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 standin' here screamin' "Fuck Tha Free World"
Don't never try to judge me Dude, you don't know what the fuck I been through
But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook That's a private school
The clip New Campion Part 2 from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Mekhi Phifer
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
He don't know how to battle He's shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
He's scared to death He's scared to look At his fuckin'yearbook
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.
And fuck this battle. I don't want to win. I'm outtie.
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
Papa Doc! What you gonna do?
D. J...! D. J...! A minute and a half! Spin that shit.!
Spin that shit.!
What? What? What?
The clip New Campion Part 3 from 8 Mile (2002) with Mekhi Phifer
Whoa! Oh! Oh! Oh!
We got a new champion.! We got a new champion.! B-Rabbit.!
Fuck Free World! 3-1-3!
Rabbit, B-Rabbit, B
The clip First round of the rap battle from 8 Mile (2002) with Mekhi Phifer, Evan Jones
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight.!
How you feelin' out there? You feelin a'ight?
All right, all right, all right, all right.
Next up is L.C. Lyckety-Splyt.
Slaughter 'em, Lyckety. Slaughter 'em.
And my man B-Rabbit. B
Rabbit, where you at? B
Rabbit, come to the stage.
Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?
Yo, homie. Where's he at?
Yo, "B." They're callin' your name. You drew Lyckety-Splyt in the first round.
You okay with that? Yeah.
Don't give a fuck who it is.
Okay. Where the fuck is B-Rabbit?
Rabbit? What're you sayin' brother?
Got everybody waitin;
All right, let you all know, it's gonna be blazin' up in this bitch tonight.
Got a lot of dope rappers comin'to the stage, and it's gonna be nice.
One of these cats is goin'down a winner via sweet Papa Doc.
Trust me. If this shit is goin'where I think it is, I might want to stick around.
Come to the stage, Rabbit.
Come to the stage.!
Rabbit, where you at? Oh, there he is. Come on.
All right, make way for the Rabbit. Let him come through.
Come on, let the artist get to the motherfuckin'stage.
Come on, man.
All right, come on up. Come on, B-Rabbit. Let him up, let him up.
You good? Choose somethin'.
You got it.
All right, my man.
I'm goin' first against this choke artist here.
Well, baby, you got enough confidence. Get serious.
Okay, do your thing. Forty-five seconds.
Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
Free World, okay?
Tell you somethin'.
Check this out. Check this out.
Yo. This guy's a choke artist.
You catch a bad one, you better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin' up this mountain You're weak, I leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin'up shit's creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the "D"
The clip First round of the rap battle Part 2 from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Mekhi Phifer
You the new kid on the block 'bout to get smacked back to the boondocks
Fuckin' Nazi Your squad ain't your type Take some real advice
And form a group with Vanilla Ice
And 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 And have you look foolish
Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit
I know why they call you that 'Cause you follow Future
Like he got carrots up his ass crack
And when you acted up That's when you got jacked up and act stupid
Like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
I crack your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard
That Elvis'll start turnin' in his grave
Now I know why they left you out in the dark
Take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park
Oh, no, oh.! Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay.
Very nice, very nice. Let me get that mike, man. Pretty good, pretty good.
Hip-hop 101. Hey, Bunny Rabbit. It's your turn, baby.
Forty-five seconds. Let this motherfucker feel it.
A'ight? Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
Come on, Rabbit!
Don't choke this time.
The clip First round of the rap battle Part 3 from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Mekhi Phifer
This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon
The generic version
This crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here Except for these bitches
You want a German, eh That's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids
These Leadaz Of Tha Free World rookies Lookie
How could six dicks be pussies
Talkin'bout shit's creek Bitch, 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 lyckety-shot
A spick-a-spickety, Split-Lickety
Oh, no, no!
I'm gonna turn around with a smile and walk my white ass back across 8 Mile
Oh-h! Oh, oh! Say no mo'! That's what I'm talkin' about!
It's unanimous! Bunny Rabbit goes to the next round!
And Lyckety... Tell yo' mama I'll be over later.
The clip Street rap battle from 8 Mile (2002) with Mekhi Phifer, Eminem
I use my voice to speak the fiery frame, try and refrain
Come on, baby, it's redemption time. Come on, man. Come on, man.
I be the nigga in The Shelter I aim to change
Three-one-three area Bomb and bury you with vengeance
My rhyme sentences will put an end to your existence
With a rigorousness Niggas, I'm serious
Delirious Cause a curious
Pause the fury calls Through my jaws from devouring y'all raw
Whoo.! Okay, okay. Three-One-Third, we in the house.
You know what I mean. Mac Mitten's finest. D.J., give me that beat.
Come on. Come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh.
You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical
The Mac Mitten rhyme ritual Heterosexual
Syllables, they sound complex to you
Line's perplexin' you With words that could 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 mike
You'll see how Bunny Rabbit do Come on, man.
Come on, man. Come on. Kick that shit, baby. Come on.
Come on, man.
Watch that nigga kick this shit.
All right, speed it up a little bit, Iz.
Come on, baby.
All right, look. Yo. Yo.
Your style is generic Mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade You need clinic aid
My techniques bizarre and ill I scar and kill
You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill
As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me Like I look familiar
You wanna battle You beat around the bush like you scared to lick pussy
So you eat around the tush I need a clown to push
Someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully
Me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school
You're a buster without the rhymes, I'll crush the shit out ya lines
Now I'm 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
The clip Street rap battle Part 2 from 8 Mile (2002) with Omar Benson Miller, Mekhi Phifer
Anything goes when it come to ho's
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
Chin Tiki girls Chin Chin Chin Tiki girls
Oh, shit. Look, man.
Listen up now. Leadaz ofTha Free World in the motherfuckin' house.
Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here.
Told you them niggas was talkin' shit.
Man, fuck Tha Free World.
Yeah! Fuck Tha Free World!
Fuck Tha Free World?
You Three-One-Third bitches is wack.
Hey, yo, fat ass Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol
I bet if I kicked you in your chest, pork chops will fall out your asshole
You cats is pussy Soft like wet flowers
Leadaz ofTha Free World here to smash all you cowards
Look at Future...
Don't even start, nigga.
What you gonna do about it, faggot?
Who you callin' a faggot?
Don't play yourself, bitch.
Hold on. Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this.
You need to take that white-ass rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile.
Caught your choke act at The Shelter last night.
The clip 8 mile ride from 8 Mile (2002)
Feel like Still might
Gonna jump on stage Kill mikes
Still white Hate life
Brake lights Stage fright
Drawin'a blank, like
The clip Stray bullet from 8 Mile (2002) with Evan Jones, Eminem
Hey, hey, hey, hey.!
What you doin', man? Rabbit!
Don't you worry, Rabbit. I got your back.
Hey. Hey, what's up, "B"?
You wanna fuck with us, bitch?
Shut your bitch-ass up.
Get off my man!
Yo, get off me, man.!
Yeah! You wanna fuck with us? Huh?
Fuck with us, yeah?
Cheddar, what the fuck are you doin'?
Where did you get that shit?
It's my mom's.
Man, put that shit away, dawg, before you fuckin' kill somebody!
Papa Doc had one!
Put it away!
Man, put that down, man.
Come on, Cheddar.
Okay. All right.
What the fuck?
Let's get out of here.
You all right, man? Oh, shit!
We got to get him to a hospital, dawg.
Keys? Where are the keys? Get the fuckin'car.!
I got to put pressure on it. I got to put pressure on it.
Try not to think about it.
He shot his fuckin' dick off!
Did I? Man, shut the fuck up, man!
The clip Stray bullet Part 2 from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Evan Jones
Future, take Gratiot to McDougall. I live here too.
I know how to get there. Then fuckin' get us there then!
Rabbit's gonna teach me how to write rhyme.
What the fuck were you doin' with a gun anyway, man?
What the fuck were you doin' with those motherfuckers?
You know I had a show tomorrow night!
Calm the fuck down!
What are y'all trippin' about? M.C. Bob.
What? M.C. Bob.
Man, what are you talkin' about? Is that a good name?
What's wrong with Cheddar Bob? I like M.C. Bob.
Right? Yeah. M.C. Bob.
The clip Jimmy and Stephanie from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Kim Basinger
Mom, come on. Get up.
Greg left me. Yeah?
He left me.
Come on. Get up. Hi, honey.
It's okay, Lily. It's okay, honey.
His settlement check came in.
His settlement check came in.
And now that he's got money,
he can't be with somebody like me anymore.
It's Thursday. I got... I got...
I gotta go to bingo. Maybe he'll be there.
You're goin' nowhere. Better off without him. Stop it.!
Stop it. It's your fault he left me.
You ruined it! You ruined it. You fucked it all up for me.
Who's gonna want me now? Who's gonna want me? 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?
The clip Jimmy and Stephanie Part 2 from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Kim Basinger
Lily's out there by herself right now!
Why do you got to be like this?
What did we ever do to you? Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of my house!
Get the fuck out of my house.!
Come on, baby. Put your coat on.
We're goin' next door, okay? We're gettin' out of here. Come on.
I love you...
The clip Embarrassment at rap battle from 8 Mile (2002) with Mekhi Phifer, Eminem
A'ight, next up, next up...
is my man Bunny Rabbit...
and Li'I Tic.
Come on, man, bring your asses to the stage. We ain't got all day.
All right, all right. Enough of the fanfare.
Call it... heads or tails. Heads.
Tails. Choose. You first.
Li'I Tic, set it off. D.J., 45 seconds. Spin that shit.
I'm gonna murder this man
He the type to lose a fight with a dyke
They don't laugh 'cause you wack
They laugh 'cause you white with a mike
You're a laughingstock When will this laughin'stop
When you and Everlast Bitch-ass, get popped
You a wigga that invented rhyme for money
Watch Li'I Tic split kick the Energizer Bunny
Rip the Rabbit head off Toss it to Hugh Hefner
'Cause I don't play, boy Now tell me who's fresher
You are! L. T., that's right Cock the heat and shoot ya
I'll punish Rabbit Or obsolete Future
My paws love to maul an M.C.
'Cause he faker than a psychic with caller I.D.
So that bullshit Save it for storage
'Cause this is hip-hop You don't belong You're a tourist
So put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away
'Cause this here Detroit 16 Mile Road is thataway
Thataway Whoa, whoa.
Okay, okay. Forty-five seconds. Very nice.
And you did a good job, Li'I Bitch... I mean, Li'I Tic. My bad.
Next up is my boy Bunny Rabbit.
Hey, nigga, talk all that shit if you want to,
but I vouch for this motherfucker right here... he's a motherfucking genius.
Dig that shit. Forty-five seconds, Rabbit. D.J., kick it.