when the music stops - eminem

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“when the music stops”
(feat. d-12)

music, reality, sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference
but we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

if i were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
would you feel sorrow or show love
or would it matter
can never be the lead-off batter of things
sh-t for me to feed off
i’m see-saw battling
but theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
there’s too much on my plate
and i came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
and not say what i got to say
what the f-ck you take me for? a joke? you smoking crack?
before i do that, i beg mariah to take me back
i get up ‘for i get down, run myself in the ground, ‘for i put some wack sh-t out
i’m trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
you all steady trying to drown the shark
ain’t gonna do nothing but p-ss me off
lid to the can of whoop -ss, just twist me off
see me leap out, pull the piece out, f-ck shooting i’m just trying to knock his teeth out
f-ck with me now, b-tch, let’s see you freestyle
talk is cheap, motherf-cker if you’re really feeling froggish, leap
you’re slim, you’re gonna let him get away with that?
he tried to play you, you can’t let him ‘scape with that
man i hate this cr-p, this ain’t rap,
this is crazy the way we act
when we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

there ain’t no getting rid of mcveigh
if so you would’ve tried
the only way i’m leaving this b-tch is suicide
i have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy’s crib with hennessey,
got drunk then i finished he
i’m every n-gg-s favorite arch-enemy.
physically fitted to be the most dangerous n-gg- with beef
i spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently
i’m not what you think
i appear to be f-cked up
mentally endangered
i can’t stay away from a razor
i just want my face in a paper
i wish a n-gg- had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
i murder you
danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, b-tch, i’m surgical
i’ll allergic to dying, you think not? you got b-lls? we can see how large
when the music stops

[kon artist:]
i was happy having a deal at first,
thought money would make me happy but
it only made my pain worst,
it hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
when you ain’t got nothing left but your word and your b-lls
and you’re stressed from the calls of your new friends
beggin’ with they hands out
checking for your record when its selling
when it ain’t, that’s the end, no laughs
no friends no girl
just the gin you drink till you car spin you then
u slam into the wall and you fall
out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
about to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
if my funeral’s tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops

let’s see how many of your men loyal,
when i pull up looking for you,
with a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
i’m revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode
with red stuff i’m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
n-gg-s, if i was you n-gg-s, i’ll run while given the chance
understand i can enchance the spirit of man
death itself, it can’t hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
irks me, you ain’t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
be smart and stop trying to walk how g’s walk before we spark
hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, f-ck the tour and the mic
i’ll rather f-ck a wh-r- with a knife, deliver that sh-t the coroner’s like
you high hype poppin’ sh-t in broad day light n-gg- your a gonna at night

when the music stops

instigators, turn pits in cages
let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors
you all don’t want war, you want talk
in the dark my dogs all bark like woof
proof n-gg- i’m a wolf, get your whole roof
caved in like reindeer hoofs
stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
the more you all breach, the more i moves
this hill street, this is hardcore blues
put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (n-gg-)
or make the news betcha all you all move
when the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

music’s changed my life in so many ways
brains confused and f-cked since the 5th grade
ll told me to rock the bells
nwa said f-ck the police
now i’m in jail
93 was strictly r&b
f-cked up hair cut
listen to jodeci
michael jackson, who gonna tell me i ain’t mike
-ss cheeks painted white
f-cking presilla at night
flying down sunset smoking crack
transvest-te in the front
eddi murphy in the back
mop had me grindy and griddy
marilyn manson, i dyed my hair blue
and grew some t-tties
ludacris told me to throw them bowls
now i’m in the hospital
broken nose and a fractured elbow
voices in my head, i’m going in shock,
i’m reaching for the glock but the music stops


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