EMINEM - When The Music Stops lyrics

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Bizzare

Music (music), reality (reality), sometimes it's 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 tomorrow

Would you feel sorrow or show love

Or would it matter

Can never be the lead-off batter if there aint

Shit for me to feed off

I'm see-saw battlin'

But there's 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 fuck you take me for A joke You smokin' crack?

'fore I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back

I get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some whack Shit

out

I'm trynna smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark

Ya'll steady tryin' to drown the shark

Ain't gonna do nothin' but piss me off

Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off

See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin' I'm just trynna to knock His

teeth out (Punching Sound)

Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle

Talk is cheap, muthafucka if you're really feelin' froggish, leap

Yo Slim, you gonna let him get away with that

He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that

Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap,

This is crazy the way we act

When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

Swift

There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh

If so you woulda tried

The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide

I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennesy,

Got drunk then I finished he (gunshot sound)

I'm every nigga's favorite arch-enemy

Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga wit beef

I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently

I'm not what ya think

I appear to be fucked up

Mentally endangered

I can't 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

I murder you

Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I'm surgical

I'm allergic to dyin', ya think not ya got balls

We can see how large

When the music stops

Kon Artist

I was happy havin' a deal at first

Thought money would make me happy but

It only made my pain worst

It hurts when you see ya friends turn their back on you dawg

When you ain't got nothin' left but ya word and ya balls

And your stress full of cause

Of ya new friends they beggin' wit they hands out

Checkin' for your record when it's sellin'

When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs

No friends no girl

Just the gin u drink till you car spin you then

Screech

Damn!

Crash

you slam into the wall and you fall

Out the car, trynna 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

Kuniva

Let's see how many of ya men loyal

When I pull up lookin' for ya

Wit a pistol sippin' on a can of Pennzoil

I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ya 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

Niggas, if I was you niggas, 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 dyin' alone that really

Hurts me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk

Be smart and stop trynna walk how g's walk before we spark

Hump the floor while we playin tug of war with your life, fuck the tour and the Mic

I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like

yoU high hype poppin' shit in broad daylight nigga your a goner at night

When The Music Stops

Proof

Instigators, turn pits in cages

Let loose and bit the neighbours

wrist to razors

Ya'll don't want war, i want talk

In the dark my dogs all bark like woof!

Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof

Caved in like reindeer hoofs

Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose

The more ya'll breach, the more I moves

This hell street, this is hardcore blues

Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)

Or make the news betcha all ya'll move

When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

Bizzare

Music has changed my life in so many ways

Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade

LL told me to rock the bells

NWA said fuck the police

Now I'm in jail

'93 was strictly R&B

Fucked up hair cut

Listen to Jodeci

Michael Jackson, who go'n tell me I ain't Mike

Ass cheeks painted white

Fuckin' Priscilla tonight

Flyin' down sunset smokin' crack

Transvestite in the front

Eddie Murphy in the back

MOP had me grimy and gritty

Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue

And grew some titties

Ludacris told me to throw them bows

Now I'm in the hospital with a

Broken nose and a fractured elbow

Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock,

I'm reachin' for the glock but the music stops