Eminem, D12 - When the Music Stops lyrics

Music, reality: sometimes it's hard
To tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a
Responsibility to these kids psych!

If I were to die
Murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow, 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
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 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 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 escape 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

Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so
You would've tried the only way I'm leavin'
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 neighbors for acres
(Bah) 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

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, dawg
And you ain't got nothin' 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 '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

Let's see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up lookin' for you with
A pistol sippin' 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
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 it'self, 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 tryna walk how
Gs walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we playin'
Tug-of-war wit' 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 poppin' shit in
Broad daylight, nigga
You're a goner at night
(When the music stops)

Instigators turn pit's 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 hooves
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, bet you all y'all move
When the Uzi pop
You better drop when the music stop

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 tha Police, " now I'm in jail
'93 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
MOP had me grimy 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