dedicated to Fluor <3 :§

>Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
>To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
>Would you capture it or just let it slip?
>Yo
>
>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 drew down,
>the whole chat goes so loud
>He opens his sai, but the shoops won't come out
>He's rustling how, 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 Dax, he holed
>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 he knows
>When he goes back to his apartment, 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
>
>You better lose yourself in the shoe pan, 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 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 superprenzdom's close to post mortem
>It only grows harder, only grows hotter
>He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
>deviantart groups, he's known as the webarter
>Lonely threads, 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
>
>You better lose yourself in the shoe pan, 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
>
>No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
>Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 iLLs coked
>I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
>I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off thread
>But I kept shoepan and stepped right into 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 goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
>And it's no thread, there's no Genrilpalkeffnik, 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 prima donna
>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
>Dad, I love you, but these threads have got to go
>I cannot grow old in 4chan's lot
>So here I go it's my shot.
>Hands fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got
>
>You better lose yourself in the shoe pan, 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