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Eminem

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you've ever wanted, in one moment,
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

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 forgettin'

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 clocks run out, times up over, bloah!

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 city's ropes
It don't matter,

He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pa** him

[Chorus x2]
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
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

The souls escaping, through this hole that its 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 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, 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 'cause here goes the cold water

His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmo who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old partna, but the beat goes on
Da da dumb da dumb da da

[Chorus x2]

No more games, I'm a change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cypher
Best believe somebodies 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
'Cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers
And its 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
See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a Pre-Madonna
Baby mama drama screamin' on and
Too much for me to want to

Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not

Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus x2]

You can do anything you set your

Written by Mathers, Marshall B / Resto, Luis Edgardo / Bass, Jeffrey Irwin
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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