When The Music Stops Lyrics

Music, reality Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we, as entertainers, have a responsibility To these kids, psyche
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm seesaw battlin'
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's 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, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out
I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark Y'all steady, tryin' to drown a shark Ain't 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' I'm just tryin to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's 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 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
Ain't no gettin' 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 enemies' crib With Hennessey, got drunk then I finish you
I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark diligently I'm not what you 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'd murder you, I'd gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of Sam bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin', you think not? You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
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 ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin' When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/when-the-music-stops-lyrics-eminem.html ] No girls, just the gin you drink, 'til 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 I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call? When the music stops
Let's see, how many of your men loyal When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
Tossed in the paddy wagon, braggin' about how you shouted Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd 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 ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife Deliver that shit that coroner's like You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight, nigga, you're a goner at night when the music stops
Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga Or make the news, betcha all y'all move When the Uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
Music has changed my life in so many ways Brain's confused, been fucked since the fifth grade L.L. told me to, "Rock the Bells" NWA said, "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail
Ninety three was strictly R and B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gon' 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 M.O.P. 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