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FULL_METAL_HAT Donating Member (673 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-05-05 02:10 PM
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Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything
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??

As I prepare to post my technical analysis of what could transpire tomorrow, I'm shocked at the feelings of the overwhelming gravity of what portends. Now knowing the details of how the game is played, the stakes involved, and how there is an actual chance, despite every obstacle, to succeed, I'm brought to the emotional lyrics of one artist who definately knows the stakes, and how despite these words being about something completely different, does something to illustrate how it is to look into the face of darkness and fear.

Would you capture it or just let it slip?

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh

You can do anything you set your mind to, man


Hoping you're like I am:

    Steeled Against All,
      FULL_METAL_HAT

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?

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, plow!
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 city's 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 old rhapsody
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, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh

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 borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows it's all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globe-trotter
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 hoes 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
So the soap opera is told it unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da dum

<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 beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and 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 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these God damn 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 prima donna
Baby mama drama's 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 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 here's my shot.
Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got

<Hook>

You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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arnp2000 Donating Member (46 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Jan-05-05 02:22 PM
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1. It would depend on the consequences!
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