Eminem - 8 Mile

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? Verse 1 Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There is vomit on his sweater already Moms forgettin' he's nervous But on the surface he looks calm and ready To drops 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 choking, 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 sad that he knows When he goes back to this mobile home That's when it's back to the lab again, yo This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment And hope it don't collapse on him You better lose yourself in the music The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow Cuz 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, oh You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better Verse 2 Soul's escapin' through this hole's that is gaping This world is mines for the taking Make me king as we move toward a new world order A normal life is boring But superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, homie 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 got him He knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold prada They moved on to the next shmo who flows Who nose dove and sold nada And so the so proper His toll, it unfolds and I suppose it's old, partner But the beat goes on Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah Verse 3 No more games, I'ma change for due called rage Tear this muthafuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed I've 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 nine to five And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Pfifer This is my life and these times are so hard And it's gettin' even harder tryin' to feed and water My seed plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a pre-madonna Baby momma drama, screamin' on her Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot Another damn or not 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 muthafuckin' option, failure's not Momma 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 Cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got