Loseyourself lyrics

Artist  : N.w.a. 
Song : Loseyourself



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"Lose Yourself"

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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? 

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 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 rapsody

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 

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

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 and unfolds

I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes
on

Da da dum da dum da da



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 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 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 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, this maybe the only opportunity
that I got



HOOK



You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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