Music Service


by Eminem
Lyrics by: Eminem, Jeff Bass, Luis Resto
# Debut Chart
1 Oct '02 Hot 100
4 Oct '02 R&B
14 Oct '02 Modern Rock


Look, if you had one shot 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

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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 joking now The clock's run out Time's up over, bloww 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 stacked that he knows When he goes back To his mobile home That's when it's Back to the lab again, yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment And hope it don't pass him [CHORUS] 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 [repeat CHORUS] The soul's escaping Through this hole that it's 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 post mortem It only grows harder Only grows hotter He blows us all over These hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows He's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown fartherfrom home He's no father He goes home and barely Knows his own daughter But hold your nose 'cause Here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo He's cold product They moved on to The next schmo who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera Is told and unfolds I suppose its old, partner But the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da [repeat CHORUS 2x] No more games I'm a change what you call rage Tear this motherfucking roof off Like two dogs caged I was playing in the beginning The mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out And booed off stage But I kept rhyming in step Writing the next cypher Best believe somebody's Paying 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 goddam 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 getting even harder Trying to feed and water my seed Plus see dishonor Caught up between being A father and a prima donna Baby mama drama screaming 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 motherfucking 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 may be The only opportunity that I got [repeat CHORUS 2x] You better You can do anything You set your mind to, man


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