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Eminem
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| When The Music Stops
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[Bizarre]
Music.. reality..
Sometimes its hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers.. have a responsibility
to these kids.. 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, run 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 McVay]
Aint no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried
The only way Im leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies crib
with Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it %7B*BLAM*%7D
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 and 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
[Kuniva]
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 niggaz
If I was you niggaz, 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 %7BAHH!%7D
Deliver that shit that coroners like
You hype poppin shit in broad daylight
Nigga youre a goner 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 breathe shit the more I 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 yall 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 5th grade
LL told me to "Rock the Bells"
NWA said "Fuck the Police," now Im in jail
Ninety-three was strictly R%26B
Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
Michael Jackson - who gon 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
M.O.P. had grimey and gritty
Marilyn Manson I dyed 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 %7B*blam*%7D
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