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Look, if you had one shot, 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?
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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 and ready
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To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
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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, bloah!
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Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
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Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
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He's so mad, but he won't give up that
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Is he? No
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He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's 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 stacked that he knows
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When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
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Back to the lab again yo
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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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[Hook]
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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
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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 yo
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The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's 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 borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar
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It only grows harder, only grows hotter
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He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
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Coast to coast shows, he's know 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 cuz here goes the cold water
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His 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
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So the soap opera is told and unfolds
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I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
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Da da dum da dum da da
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[Hook]
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No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
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Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
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I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
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I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
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But I kept rhymin and stepwritin 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 fact
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That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
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And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
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Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
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And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
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And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
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Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
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See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
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Baby mama drama's screamin on and
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Too much for me to wanna
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Stay in one spot, another jam or not
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Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
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I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
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Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
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Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
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I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
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So here I go is my shot.
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Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
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[Hook]
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You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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eminem
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| Eminem |
