Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

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 forgetting

 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 chokin' now

The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw!

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 so stagnant he knows

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

Back to the lab again, yo

 This whole rhapsody better go capture this moment

 And hope it don't pass him (X3)

Chorus

Well this is 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 X2

Verse 2

His soul's escaping, through this hole that is 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 it's all over, these h**s 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 cuz here goes the cold water

These h**s 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 it unfolds

 I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on

Da da dum, da dum da da da da

Chorus

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this mothaf****n' roof off like two dogs caged

I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin' and stepped, writin' the next cipher

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 *** damn 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 teeter-totter

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 day of monotony's

Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail

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

Success is my only mothaf****n' 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 it's my shot

Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

Chorus

Chords

[x 3 2 0 1 0]

[x 0 2 2 1 0]

[x x 0 3 2 3]

[0 2 2 0 0 0]