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Eminem Feat. D12 - When The Music Stops

Album: The Eminem Show
Produced By: Eminem
Recording Year: 2002

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[ Intro ] [ Bizarre ]

Music.. reality..
Sometimes itís hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers.. have a responsibility
to these kids.. psyche!

[ Verse 1 ] [ 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 ainít shit for me to feed off, Iím see-saw battlin
But thereís way too much at stake for me to be fake
Thereís 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?
ĎFore I do that, Iíd beg Mariah to take me back
Iíll get up Ďfore I get down, run myself in the ground
íFore I put some wack shit out
Iím tryin to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Yíall steady tryin to drown a shark
Ainít goní 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 Iím just tryin to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now bitch, letís see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you really feelin froggish leap
Yo Slim, you goní let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you canít let him skate with that
Man I hate this crap
This ainít rap, this is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

[ Verse 2 ] [ Swifty ]

Ainít no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried
The only way Iím leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemiesí crib
with Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}
Iím every niggaís favorite arch enemy
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
Iím not what you think
I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
I canít 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
Iíll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
Son of sam bitch, Iím surgical
Iím allergic to dyin, you think not?
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops

[ Verse 3 ] [ 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 ainít got nuttin left but your word and your balls
And youíre stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin with their hands out, checkin for your record when itís sellin
When it ainít thatís 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
Iím bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeralís tomorrow wonder would they even call?
When the music stops

[ Verse 4 ] [ Kuniva ]

Letís see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil
Iím revved up, who said what, when lead bust
your head just explode with red stuff, Iím handcuffed
Tossed in the paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted
like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
If I was you niggaz, Iíd 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 ainít worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop tryin to walk how Gís walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your life
Fuck a tour and a mike, Iíd rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!}
Deliver that shit that coronerís like
You hype poppin shit in broad daylight
Nigga youíre a goner at night Ė when the music stops

[ Verse 5 ] [ Proof ]

Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
Yíall donít want war, yíall want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF!
Proof nigga Iíma wolf, get your whole roof
caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
The more yíall breathe shit the more I moves
Itís Hill Street, this is hardcore Blues
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)
Or make the news, betcha all yíall move
When the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop

[ Verse 6 ] [ Bizarre ]

Music has changed my life in so many ways
Brainís confused, been fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to ďRock the BellsĒ
NWA said ďFuck the Police,Ē now Iím in jail
Ninety-three was strictly R&B
Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
Michael Jackson Ė who goní tell me I ainít 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 Iím in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, Iím goin in shock
Iím reachin for the glock but the music stops {*blam*}


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