From ghetto to Grammys, this rap-singing white guy is the coolest guy in the universe

Jolie 2022-04-23 07:01:29

Talented and hardworking, this white rap singer is the coolest guy in the universe.

Ruffian Eminem, one of the top ten talented musicians in the world.

Talented people have a fatal attraction, like fireflies to moths, like you to me.

Seemingly rebellious behaviors such as mouthful of f**K, alcoholism, drug use, smoking, and tattooing are not cool at all. The real coolness is that despite living a life of chicken feathers, you can still maintain continuous enthusiasm and enthusiasm in a certain segment. Be single-minded, devote all your time and energy to a level that is unattainable for ordinary people.

From "Ruffian Eminem" to "Mr. Ye", from nothing to standing in the top palace of music, it is consistent.

The biggest breakthrough of Mr. Mu is to prove that white people can also intervene in the rap world dominated by black people. From the quagmire of poverty against the trend, he won 14 Grammys, Oscar for best original song, and was named "King of Hip-Hop" by "Rolling Stone".

He's the coolest guy in the universe.

Raised by a single mother on Detroit's notoriously chaotic 8-mile route (8-mile is a famous street in Detroit that divides the black city from the white residential area), I grew up living in poverty. Occasional social welfare subsidies, endless changes of domicile. I was often bullied by my classmates at school, beaten from time to time, and my grades were a mess.

As an adult, living as a ghetto white minority and troubled mom in a broken trailer. Just scraping by on a minimum wage in the auto manufacturing yard. Nothing but a hopeless job, a troubled mother, a broken family, and a bad relationship.

Poverty is never a sin, it is inaction that is content with poverty.

Most people's life is a mediocre foundation, only a few people are beating passion.

Thankfully, he developed an undeniable passion for rap as a teenager.

Where there is love, there is passion.

After dropping out of school in 9th grade, he started participating in local rap competitions. As the only white man in an underground nightclub, he fought black people hard. Although he was discriminated against and abused in the field of rap because he was white, he finally found a way of expressing himself.

This is the main content of the semi-autobiographical film "8 Mile" by Mr. An impoverished white rapper and his musical dreams of escaping the cruelty of life.

The battle where Rabbit crushed his opponent in the movie was very cool. His tough wording and sharp voice were perfectly combined, which fully proved that even though he was a white man, he had language and musical talent unmatched by blacks present.

The essence of Battle is boasting and condescending others. Everyone present seems to be laughing at everything, cursing life, and holding a nonchalant attitude towards everything. However, most players will be dissed by their opponents to the point of being speechless. In that battle, he sang his fearlessness in a self-deprecating and self-deprecating way, which caused a sensation in the audience.

The origin of Hip Hop is to talk about race and poverty, which is a black monopoly of music.

However, Mr. Mu used his skin color to prove that Rap is not the privilege of black people.

Someone asked: "Is it motivating for you when someone looks down on you or doesn't show due respect for your true strength?"

"Of course there is, there must be a rebellious mentality and a bloody teenager in me. outrage, and the inescapable fact that I'm white, and in this fundamentally black-dominated form of music, people keep saying to me "you're not in this circle at all" meaning my skin color is doomed There is no chance that I will succeed, and then you will especially want to prove to these people that you will succeed."

Unparalleled language talent, unconcealed musical genius, and incurable stubbornness.

In this way, he stepped out of the underground music and entered the mainstream music circle and became an instant hit.

Born out of underground music, his early works were filled with drugs, politics, violence, sex, racism and foul language. This has also become a source of criticism from many parents after he became famous. There are even various false accusations of "discriminating against women and against homosexuality". "But it's my music, my art, my professional expertise," he argues. Hyper -talking

, fire-breathing rap, he forges his music in a way that publicly reveals personal pain and scars . He looked down at his soul and faced the fact that he was a villain who was not noble.

The subtlety of his rhymes is unmatched.

"I'm thinking about how to rhyme every moment of the day."

Although his grades are so bad, his mastery of language is unrivaled.

"I've read dictionaries, and I want to turn these words into something that I can flexibly manage, into a word bank that I can use at any time, and these words are stored in my brain whenever I want to use them. It’s like being locked up.”

Hundreds of shredded pieces of paper, each with words and phrases written on it, collect ideas anytime, anywhere, and he calls these scattered ideas “arms reserves.”

"I can drive myself crazy sometimes because of this."

"A lot of people say you're a lunatic."

"Maybe I'm a lunatic."

Talent and hard work are really invincible.

His songs still touch the depths of his own soul, as always, but the anger that once had a sharp edge has diminished. No matter how uninhibited the surface and the songs he sings, he is a gentle person from beginning to end.

When talking about his father who abandoned him when he was 6 months old, he despised his father's practice and said, "Whether I am poor or rich, no matter where he is on this planet, I will find him because he is my child. ."

Because of his poor family of origin, he wrote "Mockingbird" for his daughter.

When he quit his drug addiction and returned to the music scene, his first stop was his hometown of Detroit. In this city he spent the darkest days of his life, and later he wrote a song "Beautiful" for it.

"Everyone here, thank you for the fervent support you have shown me, the steadfastness that has been shown to me when I've been through decadence and adversity. Thank you, especially Detroit. I love you and this song is for you And sing."

Bob Dylan sang songs that comforted all lonely people, while Eminem's Rap brought strength to many who were at rock bottom.

At the beginning of the year in Beijing, with a salary of 4,000 yuan, in addition to the empty poverty, there was also a broken leg from a car accident that was not healed, and was in pain. Writing a copy that no one agrees with, doing work without a sense of achievement, and endlessly consuming my enthusiasm. The biggest source of unhappiness is poverty, as well as a severe self-identity crisis.

The inferiority complex that I couldn't overcome after more than ten years, all kinds of bite-like ailments, and the bad mood that I was caught off guard from time to time.

For a long time, I thought I was a puddle of mud that couldn't support the wall.

It was not until I quit my last job in September and felt sorry for myself at home and watched the movie "8 Mile", that I realized that maybe everyone will experience such a bleak day.

When Mr. Mu was alone in the alley in the dark, and the music "Lose Yourself" at the end of the movie sounded, he knew that this song would lie in the song library of the single loop. Look ' if you had

one shot' one

opportunity it slip? Do you catch it or just let it slip? People who sing rap are cool, people who face the hardships of life are even cooler.









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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.