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Interpret:
Eminem
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| Lose Yourself
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[Intro]
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
[Verse 1]
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already, moms spaghetti
Hes 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 wont come out
Hes choking, how everybodys jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, BLOAH!
Snap back to reality,
Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked,
Hes so mad
But he wont give up that
Is he? No
He wont have it, he knows his whole back citys ropes
It dont matter, hes dope,
he knows that, but hes broke,
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home thats when its
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rap shit,
He better go capture this moment
And hope it dont pass him
[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better
[Verse 2]
the souls escapin through this holes 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 boring
But superstardoms close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He knows hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes dont want him no mo, hes 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 its old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this muthafuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
Ive been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I cant get by with my nine to five
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps dont buy diapers
And theres no movie, theres no Mekhi Pfifer this is my life
And these times are so hard
And its gettin even harder
tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between bein a father and a prima-donna
Baby mama drama, screamin on and
Too much for me to
Wanna stay in one spot another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, Im like a snail,
Ive got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only muthafuckin option, failures not
Mom, I love you but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems Lot
So here I go, is my shot
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Duh doo
You can do anything you set your mind to, man |
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16.Dec.2002 16:12:47 |
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03.Jan.2005 11:01:20 |
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