Lyrical Interpretation of Eminem ‘Lose Yourself’ (‘Lose Thyself’) (Snippet)

Interpretation of Eminem’s ‘Lose Yourself’, titled ‘Lose Thyself’ (snippet).

By V. Birchwood

Music to go along with the lyrics:
https://youtu.be/zg3Ggn3CMgU

Look

If thou hadst

One chance

One opportunity

To seize everything thou e’er wanted

In one moment

Would’st thou capture it

Just lettest it slip?

Egad!

His palms are balmy, knees weak, arms heavy

There is vomit on his tunic already, mater's meat patty

He feareth, but on the surface he looketh calm and ready

To clash blades, but he forgets

That which he wrote down, the crowd goes blaring loud

He openeth his mouth, but the words do not creak out

He is choking, how, ye all be jesting now

The sun dials no longer guide the plough,

Transported back into reality, gad, there goeth the heavenly

Fie, there goeth the Hare, he strayed

He is furious, but he shan’t admit the defeat? Nay.

He refuseth to accept, he knoweth his whole may be slayed

Doth not matter, triumphant, he knoweth, but he doth stray

He is stagnant, he knoweth, when he goeth back to this cavernous hole, ‘tis when it's

Back to the temple again, egad, this rhapsody

Best ye go capture this moment and hope it doth not pass him

Thou better loseth thyself in the music, the moment

Thou ownest it, thou best ne’er let it go

Thou only get one clash, dost not miss thy chance to throw

This opportunity cometh once in a lifetime

Thou best losest thyself in the music, the moment

Thou ownest it, thou best ne’er let it go

Thou only get one clash, dost not miss thy chance to throw

This opportunity cometh once in a lifetime

Thou better

His soul escapeth, through this hole that gapeth

This world is mine for the taking

Ye make me king, as we move toward a New Kingdom upon us

A simple life is torment, but tremendous rule is done as thus

It only groweth harder, only groweth hotter

He bloweth, it is over, these and maidens ‘round the corners,

Coast to coast showeth, they know him as the Kingdomtrotter

Lonely roads, God only knoweth, he groweth farther from home, he's no pater

He goeth home but barely knoweth his own daughter

But pinch thy nose, here goeth the cold water

The wenches no longer want him, he beeth moulding fodder

They moved to the next clodpate who flows, he nose dove and was slaughtered

So the theatrics are told and retold, tragedy and drama, but the battles unfold