EIGHT MILES OUT [INTRO — spoken, taunting] What you lookin’ at, punk? You think you can spit like me? You think a zip code tells you what a man can be? Come on. Let’s see what you got. [VERSE 1] You talk real big, but your bars sound rented, You claim that you’re a king, but your skills ain’t presented. You thought I was soft ‘cause the suburbs raised me? Eight miles from the city — come on, don’t play me. I didn’t grow up on Eight Mile, that’s true, But put a mic in my hand, I’ll embarrass you. You confuse my address with the depth of my mind, I’m a different kind of problem that you won’t see in time. You got over on me? Tell me, what’d you achieve? You took what you could grab, but you missed what I believe. What you think that you conquered ain’t the person I be, You can study my reflection, but you can’t study me. You see the outside, make assumptions, talk reckless, I turn a cheap insult to a full-blown lesson. You want respect? Put your work on display. Don’t throw your whole future out to win one bad day. [HOOK — aggressive, chant-style] What you lookin’ at, punk? You got somethin’ to say? Put your hands up high, take a chance, make a play. You can talk that talk, but the truth cuts through: The only one you’re foolin’ is the person that’s you. Grow up a little, let your mind expand, Life won’t give you back what you waste with your hands. You got opportunities — don’t throw them away. One bad decision shouldn’t dictate your days. [VERSE 2 — faster flow] You mistake my patience for a lack of aggression, I’m not here for your approval, I’m here with a message. You can copy my clothes, imitate my delivery, But you can’t duplicate the years that built the real in me. You want to test my pen? Then prepare for the class. I’ll dissect your whole argument and hand you it back. Not a threat, just a fact — better sharpen your craft, ’Cause confidence without substance is a joke in a mask. You think that one win means you figured me out? You don’t know my private wars or the things I think about. I took losses, learned lessons, turned mistakes into fuel, You keep chasing little victories and calling that cool. So take a fucking chance, stop hiding in your pride, You got something worth becoming — quit throwing it aside. You ain’t finished, you ain’t doomed, you can change your direction. But nobody builds your future while you dodge introspection. [FINAL HOOK — full beat, doubled vocals] What you lookin’ at, punk? You got somethin’ to prove? Stop talking like a winner — show me what you can do. Eight miles from the city, but I came with my own sound. You can try to count me out — I’m still holding my ground. Grow up a little, let your mind expand, Life won’t give you back what you waste with your hands. You got opportunities — don’t throw them away. MAKE SOMETHING OF YOUR LIFE. START TODAY.
