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Lose yourself
Eminem
Lose Yourself"

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

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
Thereīs vomit on his sweater already, momīs spaghetti
Heīs 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 wonīt come out
Heīs chokin, how everybodyīs jokin now
The clockīs run out, timeīs up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
Heīs so mad, but he wonīt give up that
Is he? No
He wonīt have it , he knows his whole back cityīs ropes
It donīt matter, heīs dope
He knows that, but heīs broke
Heīs so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thatīs when itīs
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it donīt 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
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soulīs escaping, through this hole that itīs 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 superstardomīs 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, heīs know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
Heīs grown farther from home, heīs no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes donīt want him no mo, heīs cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose itīs old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, Iīma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin 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 somebodyīs payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I canīt get by with my 9 to 5
And I canīt provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps donīt buy diapers
And itīs no movie, thereīs no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and itīs getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama dramaīs screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, Iīm like a snail
Iīve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failureīs not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salemīs lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man