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The following lyric translation
has been translated by Brandon Rodriguez and may or may not completely convey the original
message of the song's artist. The song's original lyrics are in normal text,
translations are in italics.
8 Mile
 Artist: Mike Jones
Album: Ballin' Underground 2003 |
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Ballin' Underground, Mike Jones.
Who?
I will now proclaim my album’s title and my name by
stating Ballin’ Underground, and Mike Jones.
My album, “Who Is Mike Jones?”, comin’ next baby. Spread the word. Call me up
Watts.
Next I will remind listeners of my upcoming album,
which is titled, “Who is Mike Jones?” I request that you notify others of its
impending release. I also request D.J. Michael Watts to converse with me.
90, 90% grind, 10, 10% sleep. (x3) I grind so much that I hardly get sleep.
If my day’s schedule were broken into a pie chart
totaling 100%, 90% of the chart would be devoted to
grinding. A mere 10%
would be devoted to the minimalist amount of sleep. To reinforce this fact, I
will repeat it a total of 3 times during this song.
You don’t work you don’t eat, you don’t grind you don’t shine. (x3)
By avoiding work, less funds will be available to
purchase necessary consumables. Likewise, if you do not
grind while in the rap
game, you cannot expect to become popular and have fans. I will also reinforce
this fact by repeating it 3 times.
Swisha, Swishahouse made ya without a major deal. (x3)
The record label to which I belong, Swishahouse, indeed
signed me and has thus turned me into a popular rap artist despite the lack of a
major deal being worked out beforehand. I shall also reinforce this fact a total
of 3 times.
I put my heart and soul in each track, cause I don’t wanna go back, three years
ago cause if so then I might fall back…
In order to avoid my past occupation of a cocaine
dealing, high school dropout, I thoroughly put forth much effort into every song
I create.
To the streets that I call home, the block where the dopes grown, the block
where you setup a house and get yo cash on.
The streets I previously called home during my
escapades of dealing rocks were indeed streets where one could construct a house
and profitably sell drugs within it.
I ain’t playin’, peep the lyrics I’m sayin’; everybody on their knees believe me
ain’t prayin.
Please believe me when I state the facts within this
song track. Despite everyone being in a position upon their own knees, I can
assure you they are not attempting to speak to a greater being.
Everybody that hang around you ain’t cool like they saying, when they pull out
guns and somebody pop up sprayin’.
Despite what some people may state, your companions do
not accomplish favorable actions. This is especially true when they decide to
end conflicts with their firearms.
If not, then ya should move around. Cause they be the same people that put ya
underground.
If the people in mention are indeed not the variety of
“pop up sprayin” then one should definitely seek immediate shelter. For these
are the people that commit capital crimes.
Day to day grindin’ and hustlin’, got me hot like an oven, but I been grindin’
since day 1, ya’ll just seen seven months of it.
When one grinds as regularly as I do, it becomes rather
tiring and exhaustive. In fact, I have been indeed grinding for some great
length of time now, however, most fans are only aware of the past seven months
of it.
Niggas sayin I’m hot cause I’m with the house, nigga I’m hot cause I spit hot
shit outta my mouth.
I must thoroughly dispute the claims of myself being
popular in the rap scene today, just because of the record label I signed with.
Instead, it is my belief that my popularity exists due to the lyrics and rhymes
I construct in my mind.
And I got fans that’s down with me like Bobby and Whitney, like I said on before
da kappa if you want me come get me.
The loyalty of my fans could be compared to that of
which Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston experience. It should also be noted that
if any rapper believes they can outperform me, they are more than welcome to
try.
Cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere, like Big Tymers oh yeah, ya turn yo neck and I’m
fuckin’ yo whole year.
It should also be noted that I am not a fad, and that
my status in the rap game will be recognizable for years to come.
Stickin’ dick in her mouth, makin’ her pass out, then I’m kickin’ her ass out
cause she fuck with me smash shot.
Due to the massive size of my aforementioned genital
region, the mere act of attempting to perform oral sex may in fact make the
female become temporarily unconscious.
Why? Cause I’m Mike Jones, Who? Cause I’m Mike Jones, Who? Cause I’m Mike Jones,
Who? Cause I’m Mike Jones
I feel it necessary to repeat my name several times,
thus I will.
And I’mma forever gonna stay real til the day that I get killed, I chill with my
niggas that so real.
You must certainly believe that I will not change my
regular habits or actions up until the point of my untimely death.
Cause Mike Jones is no punk, playboy I got spunk, start trippin’ and come up
missin’ and somebody else drunk. Why? Cause I’m Mike Jones, Who? Cause I’m Mike
Jones…
I can assure any listener that I am indeed no “punk.”
In fact, if you verbally disagree with this fact, one should not be surprised if
you experience an unexpected death. I will now repeat my name, Mike Jones,
several times.
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