Eminem - Lose Yourself Lyrics
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wantedone momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyTheres vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghettiHes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and readyTo drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettinWhat he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words wont come outHes chokin, how everybodys jokin nowThe clocks run out, times up over, bloah!Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravityOh, there goes rabbit, he chokedHes so mad, but he wont give up thatIs he? noHe wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropesIt dont matter, hes dopeHe knows that, but hes brokeHes so stacked that he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile home, thats when itsBack to the lab again yoThis whole rap shitHe better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass himHook:You better lose yourself in the music, the momentYou own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blowThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime yoThe souls escaping, through this hole that its gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortarIt only grows harder, only grows hotterHe blows us all over these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotterLonely roads, God only knowsHes grown farther from home, hes no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose cuz here goes the cold waterHis bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold productThey moved on to the next schmoe who flowsHe nose dove and sold nadaSo the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose its old potna, but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da daHookNo more games, ima change what you call rageTear this motha*****in roof off like 2 dogs cagedI was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changedI been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypherBest believe somebodys payin the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by the factThat I cant get by with my 9 to 5And I cant provide the right type of life for my familyCuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapersAnd its no movie, theres no mekhi phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and its getting even harderTryin to feed and water my seed, plusSee dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donnaBaby mama dramas screamin on andToo much for me to wannaStay in one spot, another jam or notHas gotten me to the point, Im like a snailIve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only motha*****in option, failures notMom, I love you, but this trail has got to goI cannot grow old in salems lotSo here I go is my shot.Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I gotHookYou can do anything you set your mind to, man
