歌名 | when the music stops |
歌手 | Eminem |
专辑 | The Eminem Show |
歌词 | (feat. D-12) [Bizzare:] [Echo] Music, reality, sometimes it´s hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psyche! [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I´m see-saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There´s too much on my plate And I 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? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up ´for i get down, run myself in the ground, ´for I put some wack shit out I´m tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya´ll steady tryin to drown the shark Ain´t gonna do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin 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´re really feeling froggish, leap Yo slim, you gonna 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 [Swift:] There ain´t no getting rid of McVeigh If so you woulda tried The only way I´m leavin this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy´s crib with hennesy, Got drunk then I finished he 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 dilligently 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 nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I´m surgical I´l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large When the music stops [Kon Artist:] I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain´t got nothing left but ur word and ur balls N ur stress full of cause Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out Checking for ur record when its selling When it aint, that´s the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then [Screech] Damn! [Crash] U slam into the wall and u fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If 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 pennzoil I´m revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode With red stuff i´m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggars, if i was u niggas, i´ll run while given the chance Understand i can enchance the spirit of man Death itself, it can´t hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really Hurts me, u ain´t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g´s walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic I´ll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner´s like You high hype poppin´ shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night When The Music Stops [Proof:] Instigators, ?? pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razo |