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, his 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 wont come out, he's choking how,
Everybody's jokin' now, the clock's run out, times up, over
loud!
Pre-Chorus:
Snap back to reality, Oh! There goes gravity, Oh! There goes rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he wont, give up that easy, no,
He wont have it, he knows, this whole raps that he wrote,
It don't matter he's dope, he knows that but he's broke,
He's so sack cuz he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home,
That's when it's back to the lab again, yo, this old raphsody,
Better go capture this moment, and hope it don't pass
Chorus: (X2)
You better!
Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you want 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!
Verse 2:
His souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping,
This world is mine for the taking, make me king!
As we move toward a, a new world order,
A normal life is boring, super-stardom's close to post-modern,
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 globe trotter,
Lonely road scholar, he knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father,
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter, Hold ya nose,
Cuz here goes the cold water, These hoes don't want him no more,
He's cold product, They moved on to the next shmo who flows,
He knows those are soul nada so the soap opera, is told and unfolds as a
Apposed to soul partner, but the beat goes on, de da dump du dumdada,
Chorus (X2)
Verse 3:
There's no more games, I'ma change what you call rage,
Tear this motherfuckin' roof off, like two dogs caged,
I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed,
I been chewed up and spit out, and boo'd off stage,
But I kept prime, and stepped right in the next sypher,
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper,
All the pain inside amplified by the,
Fact that I cant get by with my 9-ta,
Five and I cant provide the right type-a,
Life for my family, cuz man these god damn two stamps don't buy diapers,
And it's no movie, this no mekhi phieffer,
This is my life and these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder tryin' to feed the water, my seed, plus teeter totter, part of between bein' a father and a pre-madonna,
Baby mamma trauma screamin' on a too much for me, don't wanna stalen's black,
Another damn or knot, he's 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 motherfuckin' option, failure's not,
Momma 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 may be the only opportunity that I got,
Chorus (X2)
Outro:
You can do anything you set your mind to now
