Lose Thyself by the bard - Eminem:
Hark!, if thou hadst but one shot, or one opportunity
To seize all that thy heart desireth -One moment
Wouldst thou capture it or just letteth it slip?
His palms are but sweaty, knees weak, arms art heavy
Tis vomit on his sweater already, mum's spaghetti
He's skittish, yet on the surface his appearance tis calm and ready
To droppeth bombs, yet he continueth to forget
That which he wrote down, the legion spouts so loud
Yet opens his mouth, but the words canst not come out
He makes error, a farce it makes now
The ticker's run out, thy allotment tis over, bloah!
Snappeth back to reality, Oh there flees from us gravity
Oh, continueth still Rabbit, he choketh
He's so daft, yet he continueth still
No bother, no
He shall not accept it , for he knoweth his extremity is to these ropes
Tis of no consequence, he's dope
He understandeth that, still tis broke
He's so sluggish that he knoweth
Whilst he returns back to his mobile home, tis when it's
Recoil to the lab again yo
This whole rap rubbish
He shouldst capture this moment and not despair it to eclipse him
[Hook:]
Thou shouldst lose thyself in the music, the moment
Thou ownst it, Thou shouldst never let it go
Thou only receivest one shot, canst miss thy chance to blow
Thy opportunity cometh but once in a lifetime yo
We're not worthy! We're not worthy!
