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Look,
if you had one shot, and one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
in one moment
Would you capture it or just let
it slip?
Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak,
arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater
already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the
surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on
forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd
goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words
won’t come out
He’s chokin, how, everybody’s
jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s
up, over, blau!
Snap back to reality, Oh, there
goes gravity
Oh, there goes rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t
give up that
easy, No
He won’t have it , he knows
his whole back's to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s
dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant he knows
When he goes back to this mobile
home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This ol' rap shit
He better go capture this moment
and hope it don’t pass him
HOOK:
You better lose yourself in the
music, the moment
You own it, you better never let
it go
You only get one shot, do not miss
your chance to blow
Cause opportunity comes once in
a lifetime...yo
This soul’s escaping, through
this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward
a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s
close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows
hotter
He blows it's all over, these hos
is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s
known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home,
he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his
own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes
the cold water, these ho's don’t
want him no mo, he’s cold
product
They moved on to the next schmoe
who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
And so the soap opera is told and
unfolds
I suppose it’s old partna,
but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
HOOK
No more games, I’ma change
what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off
like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning,
the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and
booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped writin,
the next cipher
Best believe somebody’s payin
the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by
the fact
That I can’t get by with
my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right
type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddamn food stamps
don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s
no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and
it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed,
plus
Teeter-totter caught up between
bein a father and a primadonna
Baby mama dramas screamin on her
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of
monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I’m
like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot
or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin
option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's
got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s
Lot
So here I go it's my shot.
Feet fail me not this maybe the
only opportunity that I got
HOOKx2
You can do anything you set your
mind to man |
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