When The Music Stops
(专辑: The Eminem Show - 2002)
[Bizzare:] [Echo] Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the
difference But we as entertainers have a
responsibility to these kids Sike! [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 of things Shit 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
fuck 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 shit 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 piss me off Lid to the
can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the
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, motherfucker 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 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 would've tried The
only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide I
have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey, Got drunk then I
finished he I'm every niggas 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
murder you Danger had me turned into a
mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'll allergic to dying, you think not? you got balls? 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 balls And you're stressed from the
calls of your new friends Begging 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 [Screech] Damn! [Crash] 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 [Kuniva:] 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 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 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, 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 popping shit in broad day light nigga your a
gonna at night When The
Music Stops [Proof:] 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 nigga 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 (nigga) Or make the
news betcha all you all move When the
Uzi pop, you better drop when the
music stop [Bizzare:] Music's 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 gonna tell me I
ain't Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking Presilla at night Flying down sunset smoking crack Transvestite in the
front Eddi Murphy in the
back MOP had me grindy and griddy Marilyn Manson, I
dyed my hair blue And grew some titties 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 [Bang]