When the Music Stops

[Intro: Bizarre] Music, reality Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids ... Psych! Verse 1: [Eminem] 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 see-saw battling 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 smoking 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 trying to smack this one out the park: five-thousand mark Y'all steady trying to drown a shark Ain't gone' do nothing but piss me off Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch; let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap. Mother-fucker, if you really feeling froggish, leap Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape 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 [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] Ain't no gettin rid of McVay. If so, you would'a tried The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide I have died clinically. Arrived back at my enemies' Crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it I'm every nigga's favourite 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 neighbours for acres I'll murder you. I gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of Sam; bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dying. You think not? You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I was happy having 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, dawg And you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Begging with their hands out, checking for your record when it's selling When it ain't, that's 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 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 [Verse 4: Kuniva] Let's see how many of your men loyal When I pull up looking for you with a pistol, sipping a can of penzoil 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; bragging about how you shouted Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd run while given the chance Understand, I can enhance 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 Gs walk before we spark Hug the floor while we playing tug-of-war with your life Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife Deliver that shit that coroners like You hype, popping shit in broad daylight Nigga, you're a goner at night when the music stops [Verse 5: Proof] Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours; 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'm a 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 Or make the news. Betcha all y'all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Verse 6: Bizarre] Music has changed my life in so many ways Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to "Rock the Bells" NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety-three was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson - who gone' tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight Flying down Sunset, smoking crack Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back M.O.P. had me grimey 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 going in shock I'm reaching for the Glock but the music stops {*blam*}