When the Music Stops

[Bizzare]

Music... 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 tommorrow

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 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, gun 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

[Swifty]

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 ride back at my enemies' crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finish him

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, dilligently, 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'll murder you, I gauge 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

[Kon Artis]

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, 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

[Von]

Let's see how many of your men loyal

when I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' 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 paddywagon, 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 gonner at night, when the music stops

[Proof]

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 breath, shit, the more lose 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 move

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

[Bizarre]

Music has changed my life in so many ways

brains confused been fucked since the fifth grade

LL told me rock the bells, NWA said fuck the police, now I'm in jail

'93 was strictly R&B, fucked haircut, listenin' to Jodeci

Michael Jackson who gonna 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 grimy and gritty, Marilyn Manson, I died 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 {*Bang*}