Lose Yourself, Part 2 (remix) Lyrics
| Song | Lose Yourself, Part 2 (remix) |
| Artist | Eminem |
| Album | The E True Hollywood Mixtape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity | |
| To seize everything you ever wanted…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, bloah! | |
| 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 | |
| Is he? 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 whole rap shit | |
| He better go capture this moment and hope it don＇t pass him | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mortar | |
| 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 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 | |
| His bosses 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 and unfolds | |
| I suppose it＇s old potna, but the beat goes on | |
| Da da dum da dum da da | |
| 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 | |
| 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 stepwritin 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 goddam 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 | |
| See dishonor caught up 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 jam or not | |
| Has gotten me to the point, I＇m like a snail | |
| I＇ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot | |
| Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure＇s not | |
| Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go | |
| I cannot grow old in Salem＇s lot | |
| So here I go is my shot. | |
| Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got | |
| 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 can do anything you set your mind to, man |
| Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity | |
| To seize everything you ever wanted 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, bloah! | |
| 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 | |
| Is he? 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 whole rap shit | |
| He better go capture this moment and hope it don t pass him | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mortar | |
| 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 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 | |
| His bosses 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 and unfolds | |
| I suppose it s old potna, but the beat goes on | |
| Da da dum da dum da da | |
| 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 | |
| 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 stepwritin 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 goddam 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 | |
| See dishonor caught up 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 jam or not | |
| Has gotten me to the point, I m like a snail | |
| I ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot | |
| Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure s not | |
| Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go | |
| I cannot grow old in Salem s lot | |
| So here I go is my shot. | |
| Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got | |
| 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 can do anything you set your mind to, man |
| Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity | |
| To seize everything you ever wanted 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, bloah! | |
| 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 | |
| Is he? 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 whole rap shit | |
| He better go capture this moment and hope it don t pass him | |
| 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 | |
| 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 mortar | |
| 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 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 | |
| His bosses 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 and unfolds | |
| I suppose it s old potna, but the beat goes on | |
| Da da dum da dum da da | |
| 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 | |
| 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 stepwritin 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 goddam 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 | |
| See dishonor caught up 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 jam or not | |
| Has gotten me to the point, I m like a snail | |
| I ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot | |
| Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure s not | |
| Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go | |
| I cannot grow old in Salem s lot | |
| So here I go is my shot. | |
| Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got | |
| 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 can do anything you set your mind to, man |
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