When The Music Stops

Lyrics (KWA version)
[Don:] [Echoed] 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 Can never be the lead-off batter If there ain't a bit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battling 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 freak you take me for? a joke? You got your face in your sac? Before I do that, I beg Beth to take me back I get up 'for I get down, run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some wack crap out I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark You all steady trying to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off Lid to the can of kvass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, forget shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out Mess with me now, jack, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, mother-lover if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo Ace, you're gonna 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 apt, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

[Mikey:] There ain't no getting rid of Mike Cafe If so you would've tried The only way I'm leaving this life is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey, Amped up then I finished he I'm every brother's favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous brother with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be screwed up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a brother 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, man, I'm surgical I'll allergic to dying, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large When the music stops

[Panda:] 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 When you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with they hands out Checking for your record when its selling When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs No friends, no girl Just the gin you drink till you car spin you then [Screech] Damn! [Crash] You slam into the wall and you 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

[Don:] Let's see how many of your men loyal, When I pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of Penzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddywagon Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you People, if I was you people, 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 trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, screw the tour and the mic I'll rather chuck a core with a knife, deliver that bit the coroner's like You high hype coppin' things in broad daylight brother you're a goner at night

When The Music Stops

[Rick:] Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors You all don't want war, you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof brother I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose The more you all breach, the more I moves This hill street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels Or make the news betcha all you all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

[Minis:] Music's changed our lives in so many ways Brains confused and screwed since the 5th grade Bebop and Rocksteady told us to rock the bells Crazy Skater Dude said cop the police Now we're in jail Drove past the levee, a sick archenemy Screwed up hair cut Going on a soda spree Michelangelo, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike Butt cheeks painted white Third basing Kala at night Flying down sunset munching on a snack Perverted android in the front Turtle Bot in the back Baxter and Atilla had me grindy and griddy

Beth, I farted on you And grew some Schmidties Casey told me it's better the more far in you go Now I'm in the hospital 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