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| When The Music Stops
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(Bizarre)
Music%B7.Reality%B7.Sometimes its hard to tell the difference / But we as entertainers have a responsibility, to these kids%B7 Psyche
(Eminem)
If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tommorrow, would you feel sorrow, or show love, or would it matter?/Could never be the lead-off batter if there aint shit for me to feed off, Im see-saw battlin/but theres way too much at stake for me to be fake, theres too much on my plate, I done came way/too far in this game, to turn and walk away, and not say what I got to say/what the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin crack? Fore I do that, Id beg Mariah to take me back/Ill get up fore I get down, gun myself in the ground, fore I put some wack shit out/Im tryin to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark, yall steady tryin to drown a shark/aint gon do nothin but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass, just twist me off/see me leap out, pull a piece out, fuck shootin, Im just tryin to knock his teeth out/fuck with me now bitch, lets see you freestyle, talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin froggish, leap/yo Slim, you gon let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you cant let him skate with that/man I hate this crap, this aint rap, this is crazy the way we act, when we confuse hip hop/with real life when the music stops
(Swifty)
Aint no getting rid of McVeigh, if so you woulda tried, the only way Im leavin this bitch is suicide/I have died clinically, arrived ride back at my enemies crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finish him/Im every niggas favorite arch enemy, physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef/I spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark, dilligently, Im not what you think/I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered, I cant stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paper/I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres/Ill murder you, I gauge have me turn into a mad man, son of sam bitch, Im surgical/Im allergic to dyin, you think not, you got balls? We can see how large/when the music stops
(Kon Artis)
I was happy havin a deal at first, thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worse/It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog, and you aint got nuttin left but your word and your balls/and youre stressed from the calls of your new friends, beggin with their hands out, checkin for your record when its sellin/ when it aint thats the end, no laughs, no friends, no girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin/you think DAMN! When you slam into the wall, and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm/Im bout to lose it all, in a pool of alcohol, if my funerals tomorrow, wonder would they even call/when the music stops
(Von)
Lets see how many of your men loyal, when I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil/Im revved up, who said what, when lead bust your head just explode with red stuff, Im handcuffed/tossed in the paddywagon, braggin about how you shouted, like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas/If I was you niggas, Id run while given a chance, understand, I can enhance the spirit of man/Death itself, it can hurt me, just the thought of dyin alone that really irks me/you aint worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk, be smart and stop tryin to walk how Gs walk before we spark/hug the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your life, fuck a tour and a mike, Id rather fuck a whore with a knife/deliver that shit that coroners like, you hype, poppin shit in broad daylight, nigga youre a gonner at night/when the music stops
(Proof)
Instigators, turn pits in cages, let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors/yall dont want war, yall want talk, in the dark, my dogs all bark like woof!/Proof nigga Ima wolf, get your whole roof, caved in like reindeer hoofs/stomp the booth, shake, the floor tiles loose, the more yall breath, shit, the more lose moves/Its Hill Street, this is hardcore blues, put a gun to rap check in all our dues/nigga, or make the news, betcha all move, when the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
(Bizarre)
Music has changed my life in so many ways, brains confused been fucked since the fifth grade/LL told me rock the bells, NWA said fuck the police, now Im in jail/93 was strictly R%26B, fucked haircut, listenin to Jodeci/ Michael Jackson who gonna tell me I aint Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight/Flyin down Sunset smokin crack, transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back/MOP had grimy and gritty, Marilyn Manson, I died my hair blue, and grew some titties/Ludacris told me to throw them bows, now Im in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow/voices in my head Im goin in shock, Im reachin for the glock, but the music stops...
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