Eminem – When The Music Stops ft D-12

When The Music Stops is another melodious hip-hop and rap song delivered by two talented American musicians, Eminem and D-12.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Eminem Show (Expanded Edition)” was officially released on 26 May 2002.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[Bizarre:]

Music, reality

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference

But we as entertainers

Have a responsibility to these kids… Psych!

 

[Eminem:]

If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow

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 smoking crack?

‘Fore I do that, I’d beg Mariah to take me back

I’ll get up ‘fore I get down

Run myself in the ground, ‘fore I put some wack shit out

I’m tryna smack this one out the park: five-thousand mark

Y’all steady tryna drown a shark

Ain’t gon’ do nothing but piss me off

Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off

See me leap out, pull a piece out

Fuck shooting, I’m just tryna 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 McVay:]

Ain’t no getting rid of McVay, 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 Hennessy

Got drunk then I finished him

I’m every nigga’s favorite archenemy

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 neighbours for acres

I’ll murder you; I gauge and have me turn into a mad man

Son of Sam; bitch, I’m surgical

I’m allergic to dying – you think not?

You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops

 

[Kon Artis:]

I was happy having 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, dawg

And 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 their hands out

Checking for your record when it’s selling

When it ain’t, that’s the end: no laughs, no friends

No girls, just the gin you drink ’til 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

 

[Kuniva:]

Let’s see how many of your men loyal

When I pull up looking for you with a pistol

Sipping a can of Pennzoil

I’m revved up; who said what? When lead bust

Your head just explode with red stuff, I’m handcuffed

Tossed in the paddy-wagon

Bragging about how you shouted like a coward

Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas

If I was you niggas, I’d run while given the chance

Understand, I can enhance 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 tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark

Hug the floor while we playing tug-of-war with your life

Fuck a tour and a mic, I’d rather fuck a whore with a knife

Deliver that shit that coroners like

You hype, popping shit in broad daylight

Nigga, you’re a goner 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’m a wolf

Get your whole roof caved in, like reindeer hoofs

Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose

The more y’all breathe, shit, the more I moves

It’s Hill Street: this is hardcore Blues

Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues

Or make the news, bet you all y’all move

When the Uzi pop, you better drop, when the music stop

 

[Bizarre:]

Music has changed my life in so many ways

Brain’s confused, been fucked since the 5th grade

LL told me to “Rock the Bells”

NWA said “Fuck the Police,” now I’m in jail

Ninety-three was strictly R&B

Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci

Michael Jackson – who gon’ tell me I ain’t Mike?

Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin’ Priscilla tonight

Flying down Sunset, smoking crack

Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back

M.O.P. had me grimey and gritty

Marilyn Manson: I dyed 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 going in shock

I’m reaching for the Glock, but the music stops