Fatman Scoop Lose Your Self Lyrics

Lose Your Self Lyrics

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’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 choking, 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 

He’s so mad, but he wont give up that 

Is he? No 

He wont have it, he knows his whole back city ropes 

It don’t matter, he’s dope 

He knows that, but he’s broke 

He’s so stacked that he knows 

When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when its 

Back to the lab again yo 

This whole rap shit 

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 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, he’s know as the globetrotter 

Lonely roads, God only knows 

He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father 

He goes home and really knows his own daughter 

But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water 



His bosses 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 and unfolds 

I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on 

Da da dum da dum da da 



HOOK 



No more games, Ima change what you call rage 

Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 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 somebodys payin the pied piper 

All the pain inside amplified by the fact 

That I cant get by with my 9 

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 manna 

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 



HOOK 



you can do anything you set your mind to, man