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Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunityto seize everything you ever wanted... one momentWould you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere s vomit on his sweater alreadyMom s spaghetti, he s nervous But on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombsbut he keeps on forgetting what he wrote downThe whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth but the words won t come outHe s choking, how?Everybody s jokin nowThe clock s run out, time s up, over BLOW!Snap back to realityOh there goes gravityOh there goes Rabbit, he choked, he s so madBut he won t, give up that easy, noHe won t have itHe knows his whole back s to these ropesIt don t matter, he s dope, he knows thatBut he s broke, he s so sad that he knows When he goes back to this mobile home that s when it sback to the lab again, yoThis whole rhapsodyHe better go capture this moment and hope it don t pass himYou better lose yourself in the musicThe moment you own it, you better never let it go, ohYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow cause opportunity comes once in a lifetime goYou better lose yourself in the musicThe moment you own it, you better never let it go, ohYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow cause opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yoYou betterSoul s escapin through this hole that is gapingThis world is mine for the takingMake me king, as we move toward a, new world orderA normal life is boringBut superstardom s close to post mortemIt only grows harder, homie grows hotterHe blows us all over, these hoes is all on himCoast to coast shows, he s known as the GlobetrotterLonely roadsGod only knows he s grown farther from home, he s no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold ya nose cause here goes the cold waterThese hoes don t want him no mo , he s cold productAnd they moved on to the next schmoe who flowsand he knows dove and sold nadaAnd so the soap opera is told and unfoldsI suppose it s old partner, but the beat goes onDa da dum da dum da daNo more games, I ma change what you call rageTear this muthafuckin roof off like two dogs cagedI was playin in the beginnin , the mood all changedI ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cipherBest believe somebody s payin the pied piperAll the pain inside amplified by thefact that I can t get by with my nine to fiveAnd I can t provide the right type oflife for my family cause manthese Goddamn food stamps don t buy diapersAnd there s no movie, there s no Mekhi PhiferThis is my life and these times are so hardAnd it s gettin even harder tryin to feed and water my seedplus see disohnorCaught up between bein a father and a pre-madonnaBaby momma drama, screamin on herToo much for me to wanna stay in one spotAnother day of monotony, has gotten me to the point I m like asnailI ve got to formulate a plot fore end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only muthafuckin option, failure s notMom I love you but this trailer s got to goI cannot grow old in Salem s LotSo here I go, it s my shotFeet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I gotYou can do anything if you set your mind to man
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