8Miles

Clashs de Eminem

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Voici ici les différents clashs et chansons dans le film 8 Mile avec le célèbre rappeur et très controversé Eminem ^_^, mais vous pour également les downloader en 2 fichiers, 1 ici, ainsi qu'1 second ne reprenant que les battles de la fin.

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.Chanson du début.
.1er clash (avant celui avec Eminem).
.2nd clash, face à Eminem.
.meuf [parkin].
.freestyle Future.
.freestyle Eminem [parking].
.freestyle vanessa.
.freestyle X-Zibit.
.freestyle Eminem [usine].
.chanson 8 mile.
.freestyle avec Cheddar.

clashs finaux:
.1/5.     .2/5.     .3/5.     4/5. 5/5.

Chanson du début

Word up, son, word
Yeah, To all the killers
and hundred dollar billers
Fellas
For real niggas
Who ain't got no feelin's
Check it out now
I got you stuck
off the realness
We be the infamous
You heard of us, official
Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped
for warfare
Beware of my crime family
who got enough shots to share
For all those
who want to profile and pose
Rock you in your face
Stab your brain with your nosebone
You all alone
in these streets, cousin
Every man for theyself
in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews
runnin'like they suppose to
They come around
but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get
their whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words, man
and you will get touched
You can put your whole army
against my team
I guarantee it'll be your
very last time breathin'
Your simple words
just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You're all up in the game
and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have
to call your name out
Your crew's featherweight
My gunshots will
make you levitate
I'm only 19
but my mind is old
When the things get for real
my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased
Another story gets told
It ain't nothin'really
Hey, yo, son spark that Phillie
So I can get my mind off
these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive
I don't know, go figure
I couldn't choose
a better location
When the slugs penetrate
you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God
in a tight situation
Now, take these words home
and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write
might be about you
Son they shook
'cause ain't no such things
as halfway crooks
'Cause there ain't no thing
as halfway crooks
Scared to death
And scared to look
Livin'the life
that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you
can choose to earn funds
Some get shot, locked down
and turn nuns
Cowardlyhearts end
straight up shook ones
Shook ones

1er clash

Your lyrics are shitty
Like when I cop a squat
Who told you could fuck
with the mighty Papa Doc
For steppin' on his stage
I should rock your knot
Don't get too close
or you might get shot
Yo, nigga, call your mama
and tell her come get you
And 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 your ass on stage
'Cause I'm a grown man, son
I'll slaughter you
Make your ma wish that
her fat ass aborted you

2nd clash

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 Lil' 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
L'T, 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 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
So put your hockey sticks
and baseball bat away
'Cause this here Detroit
16 Mile Road is thataway

freestyle meuf [parking]

Three-one-three area
Bomb and bury you
with vengeance
My rhyme sentences will put
an end to your existence
With a rigorousness
Niggas, l'm serious
Delirious
Cause a curious
Pause the fury calls
Through my jaws from
devouring y'all raw

freestyle de Future [parking]

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

freestyle eminem [parking] + potes

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
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

freestyle vanessa

Man, I'm gettin'
so sick and tired
Of fuckin' with this steel
They only give us 30 minutes
to eat lunch and chill
My body achin'
just to get a buck
I'm sick of eatin' this shit
off this fuckin' lunch truck
Nasty-ass food
I'm in a nasty-ass mood
I should have called in sick
Shit, I had somethin' to do

freestyle X-Zibit

I can't believe I'm hearin'
all this ravin' and rantin'
From Vanessa up here
at the New Detroit Stampin'
You need to get your food
and take your ass back to work
You're dreamin' if you think
them corny-ass raps will work
Look at y'all Standin'out
here freezin' like dumb fucks
Rappin' away 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 sucker
You an ugly motherfucker Your
pop should have wore a rubber
Stop rhymin'
Keep your day job, Vanessa
time, leave that bullshit
home on the dresser
Speaking of dresses
Take a look at Paul the fruitcake
When you travel you probably
pack panties in your suitcase
Made out oflace
from Victoria's Secret
If ten men came in a cup
you'd probably drink it

freestyle eminem [usine]

Especially from a gay broke
bitch yourself, eh, loc
His style is doo-doo
You've worked here longer than
me and I get paid more than you do
Dawg, take a seat
What's this guy standin' in
line for He ain't got money to eat
Check this out
Yo, yo
This guy cashed his whole check
and bought one Ho-Ho
Fuckin' homo, little maggot
You can't hack it
Paul's gay, you're a faggot
At least he admits it
Don't even risk it
This guy's starvin' to death
Someone get him a biscuit
I don't know what
they told you, Mike
You must have had them
cornrows rolled too tight
This job, you wanna quit
But you can't
You've worked at this plant
so long, you're a plant
Look at your goddamn boots
For Christ sakes
They're startin' to grow roots
On this mike 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
A guy like you would never get a
real woman You jackass, gojack off
That's the only way you comin'

chanson 8 mile

Palms are sweaty
Sweaty already,
moms's spaghetti, he's nervous
Keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down
He opens his mouth
Words won't come out
The clock's run out
Turnin'and turnin'
You only get one shot
One shot, one shot
Opportunity-tunity lifetime
Lose yourself
Lose yourself, lose yourself
Turnin'and turnin'
You only get one shot
One shot, one shot
Opportunity-tunity lifetime, turn

freestyle eminem avec cheddar

Cheddar, I can rip you to
a shred of 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, And aim at
Tha Free World 'fore you let it go,
Instead of,
"Oh! I just shot my dick head"
And yes, you do got a big head,
I can't call it,
Cheddar, where's your wallet ? You're so
drunk, you can out-drink the Alkoholiks,
Make 'em say,
"Damn! Cheddar's the man,
He needs a can surgically
removed from his hand..."

clashs final 1/5 face à Eminem

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"
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

clashs final: 2/5 Eminem

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
I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
and walk my white ass back across 8 Mile

clashs final 3/5 face à Eminem

Yo, I spit a racial slur
Honky, sue me
This shit is a Harlem flick
But the black guy doesn't
die in this movie
Fuckin'with Lotto, dawg
You got to be kiddin'
That makes me believe you really
don't have a interest in livin'
You think these niggas gonna
feel the shit you say
I got a better chance
joinin' the KKK,
Know 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 that I got to murder
that dude from Leave It To Beaver
I used to like that show
Now you got me in fight back mode
But oh well, if you got to go
You got to go
I hate to do this
I would love for this shit to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end
so you won't forget my ass
And all is well that ends okay
So I'll end this shit with a
"Fuck you, but have a nice day"

clashs final: 4/5 Eminem

Ward, I think you were
a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskell
Wally and Mrs Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin'
He's paranoid
Quick, someone get his ass
another steroid
Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah
Blah-be-dee, blooh blah
I didn't hear a word you said
Hippity-hoo blah
Is that a tank top
Or a new bra
Look, Snoop Dogg has got
a fuckin' boob job
Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead
Pay attention
You're sayin' the same shit that he said
Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some shit
Make it suspenseful
And don't come back until
somethin' dope hit you
Fuck it, you could take
the mike home with you
Lookin' like a cyclone hit you
Tank top's screamin'
"Lotto, I don't fit you"
You see how far
Them white jokes get you, boys like
"How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you"
My motto, fuck Lotto I'll get the seven
digits from yo'mother for a dollar tomorrow

clashs final: 5/5 Eminem ^^

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' 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 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
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 Cranbrook
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.

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