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Soundtrack 8 Mile lyrics


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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?

    His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
    There'ss 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 clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
    Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
    Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
    Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
    Is he? No
    He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
    It dont matter, hes dope
    He knows that, but hes broke
    Hes so stacked that he knows
    When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
    Back to the lab again yo
    This whole rap shit
    He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him


    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 souls escaping, through this hole that its 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 superstardoms 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, hes know as the globetrotter
    Lonely roads, God only knows
    Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
    He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
    But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

    His bosses dont want him no mo, hes 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 its old potna, but the beat goes on
    Da da dum da dum da da


    No more games, Ima 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 somebodys payin the pied piper
    All the pain inside amplified by the fact
    That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
    And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
    Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
    And its no movie, theres 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 bein a father and a prima donna
    Baby mama drama 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, failures not
    Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
    I cannot grow old in Salems lot
    So here I go is my shot.
    Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got


    You can do anything you set your mind to, man

    Where's my snare?
    I have no snare on my headphones
    There you go
    Yo yo

    [Verse #1]
    Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
    I have, I've been protested and demostrated against
    Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
    Sick of this mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind
    All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
    Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going
    Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
    Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
    Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger in they mouth
    See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
    Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
    Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

    [Chorus x2]
    I'm sorry mama
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant make you cry
    But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
    One More Time

    I'm sorry mama
    I never meant to hurt you
    I never meant make you cry
    But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

    [Verse #2]
    I got some skeletons in my closet
    And I dont know if no one knows it
    So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
    I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73
    Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
    I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
    My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch
    'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
    No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die
    I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
    Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work
    With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
    But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today
    What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
    But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
    Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and them both
    It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

    [Chorus x2]

    [Verse #3]
    Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
    Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
    But put yourself in my position, just try to invision
    Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
    Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing
    Going through public housing systems, victim of munchasen syndrome
    My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
    'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
    Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?
    So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
    But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely
    And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
    And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
    But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha*
    See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
    Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum
    But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
    You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit!
    Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
    Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

    [Chorus x2]
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