[Intro]
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Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity
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To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
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Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..
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[Verse 1]
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
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There´s vomit on his sweater already, mom´s spaghetti
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He´s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm
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and ready to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
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what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
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He opens his mouth but the words won´t come out
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He´s chokin, how? Everybody´s jokin now
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The clock´s run out, time´s up, over - BLAOW!
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Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity
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OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked
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He´s so mad, but he won´t
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Give up that easy nope, he won´t have it
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He knows, his whole back´s to these ropes
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It don´t matter, he´s dope
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He knows that, but he´s broke
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He´s so sad that he knows
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when he goes back to this mobile home, that´s when it´s back
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to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit
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He better go capture this moment and hope it don´t pass him
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[Chorus]
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You better...lose yourself in the music, the moment
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You own it, you better never let it go (go)
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You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
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This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
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You better...lose yourself in the music, the moment
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You own it, you better never let it go (go)
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You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
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This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
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You better..
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[Verse 2]
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Soul´s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
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This world is mine for the taking
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Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
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A normal life is boring; but superstardom´s
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close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
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Homie grows hotter, he blows it´s all over
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These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows
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He´s known as the Globetrotter
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Lonely roads, God only knows
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He´s grown farther from home, he´s no father
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He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
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But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
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These hoes don´t want him no mo´, he´s cold product
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They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
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He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
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is told, it unfolds, I suppose it´s old partner
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But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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No more games, I´ma change what you call rage
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Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged
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I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
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I´ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
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But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
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Best believe somebody´s payin the pied piper
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All the pain inside amplified by the
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fact that I can´t get by with my nine to
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five and I can´t provide the right type of
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life for my family, cause man, these God damn
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food stamps don´t buy diapers, and there´s no movie
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There´s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
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And these times are so hard, and it´s gettin even harder Tryin
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to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter Caught up
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between bein a father and a primadonna Baby momma drama
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screamin on her too much for me to wanna stay in one spot,
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another day of monotony has gotten me to the point, I´m like a
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snail I´ve got to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot
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Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure´s not Mom I
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love you but this trailer´s got to go
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I cannot grow old in Salem´s Lot
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So here I go it´s my shot, feet fail me not
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This may be the only opportunity that I got
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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lose yourself
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| Eminem (¿¡¹Ì³Û) |
