LYRIC

*Door knocks*

Steve Berman: It's ridiculous, I can't believe it, what?

Hold on a minute

Em..

Eminem:

Whuddup?

Steve Berman:

Dre I'll call you back

Eminem:

What now?

Steve Berman:

I don't even know where to start

Eminem:

Okay

Steve Berman:

I got the album from upstairs..

Eminem:

And?

Steve Berman:

And this is by far the most..

*Gun shoots*

Steve Berman:

...incredible thing I've ever heard

[Intro: 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 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 battling

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 trying to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark

Y'all steady trying to 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 trying to knock his teeth out

Fuck with me now bitch, let's see you freestyle

Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you really feeling froggish leap

Yo Slim, you gon' 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

[Swifty McVay]

Ain't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried

The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide

I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib

With Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}

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 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 neighbors 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 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

[Kuniva]

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't 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 mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!}

Deliver that shit that coroner's like

You hype poppin 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'mma 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 (nigga)

Or make the news, betcha 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

Flyin down Sunset smokin 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 goin in shock

I'm reachin for the Glock but the music stops {*blam*}

D12 - When The Music Stops [+ the Steve Berman skit] - lyrics


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