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Intro
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Look, if you had one shot
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Or one opportunity
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To seize everything you ever wanted
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In one moment
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Would you capture it
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Or just let it slip?
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Verse 1
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Yo, his palms are sweaty
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knees weak, arms are heavy
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There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
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He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
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To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
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What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
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He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
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He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
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The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
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Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
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Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
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He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No
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He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
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It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke
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He's so stagnant, he knows, when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when its
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Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
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Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
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Chorus
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You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
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You own it, you better never let it go
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You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
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This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
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Verse 2
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His soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
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This world is mine for the taking
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Make me king, as we move toward a New World Order
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A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post mortar
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It only grows harder, only grows hotter
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He blows, it's all over, these hoes is all on him
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Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter
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Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
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He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
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But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
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These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
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They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada
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So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on
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Verse 3
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No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
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Tear this motherf***in' roof off like two dogs caged
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I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
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I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
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But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher
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Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper
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All the pain inside amplified by the
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Fact that I can't get by with my nine to
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Five and I can't provide the right type of
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Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
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And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer
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This is my life and these times are so hard
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And it's getting even harder tryna feed and water my seed, plus
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Teeter-totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna
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Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much
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For me to wanna stay in one spot, another day of monotony's
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Gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
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To formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
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Success is my only motherf***in' option, failure's not
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Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
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So here I go, is my shot
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Feet, fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got
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