Eminem - When The Music Stops lyrics

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Eminem - 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 Psych! 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** 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 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** 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** 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 a**, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, f** shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out f** with me now, b**h, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherf**er if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo 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 There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you would've tried The only way I'm leaving this b**h 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***as favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous n***a with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be f**ed up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a n***a 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**h, I'm surgical I'll allergic to dying, you think not? You got balls? We can see how large When the music stops 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 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 your car spin, you think Damn! You 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***as, if I was you n***as, I'll run while given the chance Understand I can enchance the spirit of man d**h 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** the tour and the mic I'll rather f** a who*e with a knife, deliver that sh** the coroner's like You high hype poppin' sh** in broad day light n***a your a gonna at night When the music stops Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors wrist to razors You all don't want war, you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof n***a 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 j**els (n***a) 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**ed since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells N-W-A said f** the police

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