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