When The Music Stops-Eminem/D12

[00:00.000] 作词 : Carlisle, Feemster, Johnson ... [00:00.757] 作曲 : Denaun Porter/Eminem/Von Carlisle/DeShaun Dupree Holton/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Theron Feemster [00:01.515]Music, reality [00:06.896]Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference [00:10.553]But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids [00:19.069]Psych! [00:20.062]If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow [00:23.589]Would you feel sorrow, or show love, or would it matter? [00:26.227]Could never be the lead-off batter [00:27.820]If there ain't sh1t for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin' [00:30.459]But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake [00:33.411]There's too much on my plate [00:34.691]I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away [00:38.060]And not say what I got to say [00:40.020]What the fvxk you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? [00:43.154]'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back [00:46.054]I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground [00:49.006]'Fore I put some wack sh1t out [00:50.312]I'm tryna smack this one out the park—five-thousand mark [00:53.499]Y'all steady tryna drown a shark [00:55.641]Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off [00:57.522]Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off [01:00.160]See me leap out, pull a piece out [01:02.119]Fvxk shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out [01:04.679]Fvxk with me now, b1xch—let's see you freestyle [01:07.082]Talk is cheap [01:07.866]Motherfvxker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap [01:10.426]Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? [01:13.038]He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that [01:15.520]Man, I hate this crap [01:16.852]This ain't rap, this is crazy, the way we act [01:19.360]When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops [01:21.920]Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried [01:24.872]The only way I'm leavin' this b1xch is suicide [01:27.353]I have died clinically [01:28.503]Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy [01:31.220]Got drunk then I finished him [01:32.735]I'm every n1gga's favorite archenemy [01:35.216]Physically fitted to be the most dangerous n1gga with beef [01:38.168]I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently [01:41.669]I'm not what you think [01:42.687]I appear to be fvxked up, mentally endangered [01:45.691]I can't stay away from a razor [01:47.651]I just want my face in a paper [01:49.531]I wish a n1gga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres [01:53.528]I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into [01:55.749]A mad man, Son of Sam, b1xch, I'm surgical [01:58.544]I'm allergic to dyin'—you think not? [02:00.842]You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops [02:03.429]I was happy havin' a deal at first [02:05.205]Thought money would make me happy [02:06.694]But it only made my pain worse [02:08.653]It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawg [02:11.318]And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls [02:13.773]And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends [02:15.941]Beggin' with their hands out [02:17.300]Checkin' for your record when it's sellin' [02:18.893]When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends [02:21.505]No girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin [02:23.961]You think, "Damn!" when you slam into the wall and you fall [02:26.678]Out the car and try to crawl with one arm [02:28.820]I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol [02:31.066]If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call? [02:33.783]When the music stops [02:34.358]Let's see how many of your men loyal [02:36.212]When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol sippin' a can of Pennzoil [02:40.078]I'm revved up, who said what when lead bust? [02:42.534]Your head just explode with red stuff [02:44.310]I'm handcuffed, tossed in the paddy-wagon [02:46.740]Braggin' about how you shouted like a coward [02:48.464]Bullets devoured you, showered you n1ggas [02:50.240]If I was you n1ggas, I'd run while given a chance [02:52.722]Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man [02:55.229]Death itself, it can't hurt me [02:56.901]Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me [02:59.487]You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk [03:02.073]Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark [03:05.417]Hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war wit' your life [03:07.820]Fvxk a tour and a mic, I'd rather fvxk a whore with a knife [03:10.433]Deliver that sh1t that coroners like [03:12.392]You hype poppin' sh1t in broad daylight, n1gga, you're a goner at night (When the music stops) [03:16.232]Instigators turn pits in cages [03:18.635]Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors [03:21.221]Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk [03:23.598]In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof!" [03:26.420]Proof, n1gga, I'm a wolf [03:28.379]Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves [03:31.487]Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose [03:33.864]The more y'all breathe, sh1t, the more I moves [03:36.503]It's Hill Street—this is hardcore blues [03:39.220]Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, n1gga [03:41.962]Or make the news, bet you all y'all move [03:43.922]When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [03:47.109]Music has changed my life in so many ways [03:49.799]Brain's confused, been fvxked since the 5th grade [03:52.673]LL told me to rock the bells [03:54.344]N.W.A said "Fvxk tha Police", now I'm in jail [03:57.688]'93 was strictly R&B [03:59.778]Fvxked up haircut, listened to Jodeci [04:02.704]Michael Jackson—who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? [04:05.133]Ass cheeks painted white, fvxkin' Priscilla tonight [04:07.902]Flyin' down Sunset, smokin' crack [04:09.966]Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back [04:13.048]M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty [04:15.138]Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties [04:18.299]Ludacris told me to throw them bows [04:20.336]Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow [04:23.993]Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock [04:26.109]I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops