When The Music Stops
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When The Music Stops<br><br><br>Bizzare:<br>*Echo*<br>Music, reality, sometimes it`s hard to tell the difference<br>But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids<br>Psyche!<br><br>Eminem:<br>If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow<br>Would you feel sorrow or show love<br>Or would it matter<br>Can never be the lead-off batter of things<br>Shit for me to feed off<br>I`m see-saw battlin<br>But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake<br>There`s too much on my plate<br>And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away<br>And not say what I got to say<br>What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?<br>Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back<br>I get up `for i get down, run myself in the ground, `for I put some wack shit out<br>I`m tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark<br>Ya`ll steady tryin to drown the shark<br>Ain`t gonna do nothin but piss me off<br>Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off<br>See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i`m just trying to knock his teeth out<br>Fuck with me now, bitch, let`s see you freestyle<br>Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you`re really feeling froggish, leap<br>Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?<br>He tried to play you, you can`t let him skate with that<br>Man I hate this crap, this ain`t rap,<br>This is crazy the way we act<br>When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops<br><br>Swift:<br>There ain`t no getting rid of McVeigh<br>If so you woulda tried<br>The only way I`m leavin this bitch is suicide<br>I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy`s crib with hennesy,<br>Got drunk then I finished he<br>I`m every nigga`s favorite arch-enemy.<br>Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef<br>I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently<br>I`m not what you think<br>I appear to be fucked up<br>Mentally endangered<br>I can`t stay away from a razor<br>I just want my face in a paper<br>I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres<br>I murder you<br>Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I`m surgical<br>I`l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large<br>When the music stops<br><br>Kon Artist:<br>I was happy having a deal at first,<br>Thought money would make me happy but<br>It only made my pain worst,<br>It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg<br>When u ain`t got nothing left but ur word and ur balls<br>N ur stress full of cause<br>Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out<br>Checking for ur record when its selling<br>When it aint, that`s the end, no laughs<br>No friends no girl<br>Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then<br>*Screech*<br>Damn!<br>*Crash*<br>U slam into the wall and u fall<br>Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm<br>About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol<br>If my funeral`s tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops<br><br>Kuniva:<br>Let`s see how many of your men loyal,<br>When i pull up looking for you,<br>With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil<br>I`m revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode<br>With red stuff i`m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon<br>Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you<br>Niggars, if i was u niggas, i`ll run while given the chance<br>Understand i can enchance the spirit of man<br>Death itself, it can`t hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really<br>Hurts me, u ain`t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk<br>Be smart and stop trying to walk how g`s walk before we spark<br>Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic<br>I`ll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner`s like<br>You high hype poppin` shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night<br><br>When The Music Stops<br><br>Proof:<br>Instigators, ????? pits in cages<br>Let loose and bit the neighbours<br>wrist to razors<br>Ya`ll don`t want war, you want talk<br>In the dark my dogs all bark like woof<br>Proof nigga I`m a wolf, get your whole roof<br>Caved in like reindeer hoofs<br>Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose<br>The more ya`ll breach, the more I moves<br>This hell street, this is hardcore blues<br>Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)<br>Or make the news betcha all ya`ll move<br>When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop<br><br>Bizzare:<br>Music`s changed my life in so many ways<br>Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade<br>LL told me to rock the bells<br>NWA said fuck the police<br>Now i`m in jail<br>93 was strictly RNB<br>Fucked up hair cut<br>Listen to Jodeci<br>Michael Jackson, who go tell me i`m Mike<br>Ass cheeks painted white<br>Fucking Presilla at night<br>Flying down sunset smoking crack<br>Transvestite in the front<br>Eddi Murphy in the back<br>MOP had me grindy and griddy<br>Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue<br>And grew some titties<br>Ludacris told me to throw them bowls<br>Now i`m in the hospital<br>Broken nose and a fractured elbow<br>Voices in my head, i`m going in shock,<br>I`m reaching for the glock but the music stops