Song: Lose Yourself Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack (2002) and Curtain Call: The Hits (2005) Artist: Eminem
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, 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 forgettin 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, blow!
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 that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't collapse on 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 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
The soul's escaping through this hole that it is gaping This world is mine for the taking, make me king As we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to postmortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over, these hoes 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 'cause here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no more, he's 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 it's old partner But the beat goes on da da dum da dum da da
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin 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, stepped writin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my nine to five And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there'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 Teetertotter caught up between bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama screamin on and 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 motherfuckin 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 is my shot, feet fail me not This maybe the only opportunity that I got