Lose Yourself

Eminem

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

Yo 
His palms are sweaty, knees 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 won’t come out 
He’s chokin, how, everybody’s jokin now 
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, blau! 
Snap back to reality, Oh, there goes gravity 
Oh, there goes rabbit, he choked 
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that 
easy, No 
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes 
It don’t matter, he’s dope 
He knows that, but he’s broke 
He’s so stagnant he knows 
When he goes back to this mobile home, that’s when it’s 
Back to the lab again yo 
This ol' rap shit 
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t 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 
Cause opportunity comes once in a lifetime...yo 

This soul’s escaping, through this hole that is 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 superstardom’s close to post mortem 
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter 
He blows it's all over, these hos is all on him 
Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter 
Lonely roads, God only knows 
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father 
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water, these ho's don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product 
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows 
He nose dove and sold nada 
And so the soap opera is told and unfolds 
I suppose it’s old partna, but the beat goes on 
Da da dum da dum da da 

HOOK 

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage 
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged 
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed 
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage 
But I kept rhymin and stepped writin, the next cipher 
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper 
All the pain inside amplified by the fact 
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5 
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family 
Cuz man, these goddamn food stamps don’t buy diapers 
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life 
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder 
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus 
Teeter-totter caught up between bein a father and a primadonna 
Baby mama dramas screamin on her 
Too much for me to wanna 
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony 
Has 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 mothafuckin option, failure’s not 
Mom, 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 maybe the only opportunity that I got 

HOOKx2

You can do anything you set your mind to man