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
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