Lose Yourself [Turkish translation]

Look, if you had one shot or 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 choking now, everybody's joking 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

Easy, no

He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that but he's broke

He's so stagnant that he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo

This whole rhapsody

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 boring but superstardom's close to post mortem

It only grows harder, only grows hotter

He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's known 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 'cause here goes the cold water

His hoes don't want him no more, 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, partner, but the beat goes on

Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'm-a change what you call rage

Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged

I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhyming and stepwritin' the next cypher

Best believe somebody's paying 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

'Cause 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

Trying to feed and water my seed, plus

Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a primadonna

Baby mama, drama's screaming on and

Too much for me to wanna

Stay in one spot, another day of monotony

Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail

I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go

I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot

So here I go, is my shot

Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

• Artist:8 Mile (OST)
• Album:Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture 8 Mile (2002)