Eminem When The Music Stops songtekst

Music, reality, sometimes it’s hard to tell the differenceBut we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kidsPsyche! [Eminem:]If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrowWould you feel sorrow or show loveOr would it matterCan never be the lead-off batter of thingsShit for me to feed offI’m see-saw battlinBut theres way too much at stake for me to be fakeThere’s too much on my plateAnd I came way too far in this game to turn and walk awayAnd not say what I got to sayWhat the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me backI get up ‘for i get down, run myself in the ground, ‘for I put some wack shit outI’m tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand markYa’ll steady tryin to drown the sharkAin’t gonna do nothin but piss me offLid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me offSee me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i’m just trying to knock his teeth outFuck with me now, bitch, let’s see you freestyleTalk is cheap, motherfucker if you’re really feeling froggish, leapYo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?He tried to play you, you can’t let him skate with thatMan 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 McVeighIf so you woulda triedThe only way I’m leavin this bitch is suicideI have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy’s crib with hennesy, Got drunk then I finished heI’m every nigga’s favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beefI spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligentlyI’m not what you thinkI appear to be fucked upMentally endangeredI can’t stay away from a razorI just want my face in a paperI wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acresI murder youDanger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I’m surgicalI’l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how largeWhen the music stops [Kon Artist:]I was happy having a deal at first,Thought money would make me happy butIt only made my pain worst,It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawgWhen u ain’t got nothing left but ur word and ur ballsN ur stress full of causeOf ur new friends they beggin with their hands outChecking for ur record when its sellingWhen it aint, that’s the end, no laughsNo friends no girlJust the gin u drink till u car spin u then [Screech]Damn! [Crash]U slam into the wall and u fallOut the car, trying to crawl with one armAbout to lose it all in a pool of alcoholIf 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 pennzoilI’m revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explodeWith red stuff i’m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered youNiggars, if i was u niggas, i’ll run while given the chanceUnderstand i can enchance the spirit of manDeath itself, it can’t hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that reallyHurts me, u ain’t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talkBe smart and stop trying to walk how g’s walk before we sparkHug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the micI’ll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner’s likeYou high hype poppin’ shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night When The Music Stops [Proof:]Instigators, ?? pits in cagesLet loose and bit the neighbourswrist to razorsYa’ll don’t want war, you want talkIn the dark my dogs all bark like woofProof nigga I’m a wolf, get your whole roofCaved in like reindeer hoofsStomped the roof shake the floor tiles looseThe more ya’ll breach, the more I movesThis hell street, this is hardcore bluesPut a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)Or make the news betcha all ya’ll moveWhen the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Bizzare:]Music’s changed my life in so many waysBrains confused and fucked since the 5th gradeLL told me to rock the bellsNWA said fuck the police Now i’m in jail93 was strictly RNBFucked up hair cutListen to JodeciMichael Jackson, who go tell me i’m MikeAss cheeks painted whiteFucking Presilla at nightFlying down sunset smoking crackTransvestite in the frontEddi Murphy in the backMOP had me grindy and griddyMarilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blueAnd grew some tittiesLudacris told me to throw them bowlsNow i’m in the hospitalBroken nose and a fractured elbowVoices in my head, i’m going in shock,

I’m reaching for the glock but the music stops