Look, if you had one shot, one To seize you ever wantedone moment Would you capture it or let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, weak, arms are heavy vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on What he wrote down, the crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's now The run out, time's up over, bloah! back to reality, oh there goes gravity Oh, there rabbit, he choked so mad, but he won't give up that Is he? no He won't have it , he knows his whole city's ropes It matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's He's so stacked he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, when it's to the lab again yo This whole rap He better go capture this moment and hope it pass him
You better lose in the music, the moment You own it, you never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your to blow opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole it's gaping This world is for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new order A normal life is borin, but close to post mortar It only grows harder, grows hotter He blows us all over these is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the Lonely roads, God only He's grown from home, he's no father He goes and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause goes the cold water his bosses don't want him no mo, he's cold product they moved on to the next schmoe who flows He dove and sold nada So the soap is told and unfolds I it's old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da
No more games, change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all I been up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the piper All the pain amplified by the fact That I get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't the right type of life for my family man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no mekhi phifer, this is my And these times are so hard and it's getting even to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor up bein a father and a prima donna mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to Stay in one spot, jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm a snail I've got to formulate a plot I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, not Mom, I you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in lot So I go is my shot. Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity I got
You can do anything you set mind to, man