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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 o
nce 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