Behold
if ‘t be true thee hadst
one did shoot
or one opp’rtunity
to seize ev’rything thee ev’r did want
in one moment
wouldst thee capture t
or just alloweth t slipeth?
yo
his palms art sweaty, hams weak, arms art heavy
th’re’s heave the gorge on his did sweat’r already, mother’s spaghetti
that gent’s n’rvous, but on the surface that gent looks halcyon and eft
to dropeth bombs, but that gent keeps on f’rgettin’
what that gent wroteth down, the whole crowd goeth so loud
that gent opens his that from which we speak, but the w’rds wonneth’t cometh out
that gent’s chokin’, how, ev’rybody’s jokin’ anon
the clocks runneth out, times up, ov’r, blaow!
snap backeth to reality, oh th’re goeth gravity
oh, th’re goeth rabbit, that gent did choke
that gent’s so nimble-footed, but that gent wonneth’t giveth up yond easy? nay
that gent wonneth’t has’t t, that gent knoweth his whole backeth city’s ropes
t matt’r not, that gent’s dope, that gent knoweth yond, but that gent’s hath broken
that gent’s so stack’d yond that gent knoweth, at which hour that gent goeth backeth to his mobile home, yond’s at which hour its
backeth to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
that gent bett’r wend capture this moment and desire t passeth not that gent
thee bett’r loseth thyself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett’r nev’r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp’rtunity cometh once in a lifetime thee bett’r
thee bett’r loseth thyself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett’r nev’r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp’rtunity cometh once in a lifetime thee bett’r
the souls escaping, through this hole yond its gaping
this w’rld is mineth f’r the taking
maketh me king, as we moveth toward a, new w’rld ‘rd’r
a n’rmal life is b’rin’, but sup’r stardom’s closeth to posteth m’rtar
t only grows hard’r, only grows hott’r
that gent blows us all ov’r these hoes is all on that gent
coast to coast shows, that gent’s known as the globetrott’r
lonely roads, god only knoweth, that gent’s grown farth’r from home, that gent’s nay fath’r
that gent goeth home and barely knoweth his owneth daught’r
but holdeth thy nose ’cause h’re goeth the bitter cold wat’r
his hoes wanteth not that gent nay mo, that gent’s bitter cold product
those gents hath moved on to the next schmo who is’t flows, that gent nose dove and did sell nada
so the soap op’ra is toldeth and unfolds, i supposeth t’s fusty partna, but the did beat goeth on
da da dumb da dumb da da
thee bett’r loseth thyself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett’r nev’r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp’rtunity cometh once in a lifetime thee bett’r
thee bett’r loseth thyself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett’r nev’r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp’rtunity cometh once in a lifetime thee bett’r
nay m’re games, i’m a changeth what thee calleth rage
drop of sorrow this moth’rfuckin’ roof off liketh two dogs cag’d
i wast playin’ in the beginnin’, the humor all hath changed
i been did chew up and spiteth out and boo’d off stage
but i hath kept rhymin’ and stepwritin’ the next ciph’r
most wondrous believeth somebody’s payin’ the pi’d pip’r
all the teen inside amplifi’d by the
fact yond i can’t receiveth by with mine own nine to
five and i can’t provideth the right typeth of
life f’r mine own family ’cause sir, these god alas food stamps buyeth not diap’rs
and its nay movie, th’re’s nay mekhi phif’r
this is mine own life and these times art so hard
and t’s getting coequal hard’r tryin’ to feedeth and wat’r mine own seed, plus
seeth dishon’r hath caught up between bein’ a fath’r and a prima-donna
baby mama drama screamin’ on and too much
f’r me to wanteth to sayeth in one spoteth, anoth’r jameth ‘r not
hast gotten me to the pointeth, i’m liketh a snail i’ve did get
to f’rmulate a plot f’re i endeth up in cage ‘r did shoot
success is mine own only moth’rfuckin’ option, failures not
mother, i loveth thee, but this trail hast did get to wend, i cannot groweth fusty in salem’s lot
so h’re i wend is mine own did shoot
feet faileth me not ’cause haply the only opp’rtunity yond i did get
thee bett’r loseth thyself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett’r nev’r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp’rtunity cometh once in a lifetime thee bett’r
thee bett’r loseth thyself in the music, the moment
thee owneth t, thee bett’r nev’r alloweth t wend
thee only receiveth one did shoot, doth not misseth thy chance to bloweth
this opp’rtunity cometh once in a lifetime thee bett’r
thee can doth aught thee setteth thy mind to, sir