If you don’t speak for too long, speaking is like a volcanic eruption.

Kacie 2022-03-21 09:01:29

If you don’t speak for too long, speaking is like a volcanic eruption.
8 miles, a portrayal of Eminem's dirty rap career.
To know this singer, I have to start with my ex, talk on the phone together and talk about which singer you like, you said you like Eminem, and then I went to listen to his song, it was very noisy, very depressing, like an ak47 musket. Shooting, the more acceptable one is his chorus with Xiao R. Today I finally had the opportunity to watch this Eminem movie and complained that rap is not easy.
Rappers, everyone knows they are blacks, there are jaz, 50 cents, almost all of them are from blacks. Some blacks have a hard life in the United States. They often wander in the infinite vicious circle of sex, drugs, and gambling. Many musicians Those who are able to start their own lives are all rising up in this fringe life, and they all have similar gangster experiences in the past, like akon, 50 cents.
The oppression of life, survival is not easy, all kinds of pain and sadness cannot be vented in real life, choosing rap is a kind of spiritual relief. I just broke up with my girlfriend, lost my job, and had no money, so I could only go back to find my mother, and live with my mother, her boyfriend, and my little sister, in the garage. In this low-level life, mixed with violence and quarrels, the only thing is a group of iron brothers, who figured it out, not finding a job, and making do with it.
Know yourself and rap seriously. Everyone is different, just like there are no identical leaves in the world. Everyone's soil is different. Under the inability to choose the soil quality, the sun and the air are the same. In this difference and the same, to know yourself is to discover your own advantages and use your specialties in this world. to survive. Rappers are one of a kind. It seems that I have never heard that a rapper was born in a rich and prosperous life, wandering on the edge, rap is so dirty, we can't choose our birth, we can't escape our environment, but we can know our own soil, Let all of this make us unique, we are born unique, we are never the same, even if we are similar, but everyone is so unique.
How much bitterness and helplessness, living in disdain under the eyes of people. In this real world, the strong are surrounded, the weak are abused, there is a rap group, a few black people, driving a good car, thinking that they are doing well in the circle, so they spray people everywhere, spray Eminem is a dumb rapper, and he says that all of their brothers have fucked his women, that Eminem's family background, Eminem's second-best friends, and even beats him at the door of Eminem's house, bullying the weak and provoking After the counterattack of the weak, finally Eminem poured out all his unhappy emotions in the final rap contest, stunned everyone, scared off the rap group, and won applause and glory. Rabbie's name is remembered.
We work hard to gain the approval of others, we need to exist, we need to be needed. Several scenes showed Eminem listening to music, playing rhythm, and writing inspiration. Life is long and short, and overnight fame is a fairy tale. The hard work behind it and the unseen efforts are often hidden in the shadow of honor. . In fact, the life of hard work should not need to be favored by others, but need to prove that you have lived. After all, our time is limited, and nothing lasts forever.

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8 Mile quotes

  • Lyckety-Splyt: Listen up now! Leaders in the Free World in the motherfucking house. Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here.

    Future: Fuck the Free World.

    Cheddar Bob: Yeah! Fuck the Free World!

    Lyckety-Splyt: Fuck the Free World? You 313 bitches is wack. Ayo, fat ass! Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol. I better kick you in your chest and porkchops fall out your asshole. You cats is pussy, soft like wet flowers. Leaders of the Free World here to smash on you cowards. Look at Future.

    Future: Look, don't even start, nigga.

    Papa Doc: What you gonna do about it, faggot?

    Future: Who are you calling a faggot?

    Papa Doc: Don't play yourself, bitch.

    Lyckety-Splyt: Hold up! Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this. You need to take that white rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile. Caught your choke act at the shelter last night.

    [Lyckety-Splyt started imitating a cough, Jimmy makes him fall in the car Hood, then a fight begins]

  • Female Lunch Truck Rapper: [Rapping] Man, I'm so sick and tired of fucking with this steel. They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill. My body achin', just to get a buck. I'm sick of eating this shit off this fucking lunch truck. Nasty ass food, I'm in a nasty ass mood. I should've called in sick. Shit, I had something to do.

    Male Lunch Truck Rapper: [Rapping] I can't believe I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin', from Vanessa, up in here at the New Detroit stampin. You need to get your food and take your ass back to work. Your dreamin' if you think them corny ass raps will work. Look at ya'll 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 fatass nigga. Sloppy sucker. You an ugly motherfucker. Your pop should've wore a rubber. Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa. Next 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 of lace from Victoria's secret. If ten men came in a cup, you'd probably drink it.

    B. Rabbit: [Rapping] Okay folks, enough with the gay jokes. Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, hey lo? This guys' a doo doo. You've worked here longer then me, and I get paid more then you do. Dawg, take a seat. What's this guy standing in line for? He ain't got money to eat! Check this out. Yo yo, this guy cashed his whole paycheck, and bought one ho ho. Fucking 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 guys' starvin' to death. Someone get him a biscuit! I don't know what they told you, Mike. You must 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's sakes, 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 fucking with the gay guy, G? When really you're the one who's got the HIV. Man, I'm done with this clown. It's off. Fuck it, I'll let home girl finish you off.