When the Music Stops Lyrics – Eminem
This song is about how people take rap way too seriously and need to realize it’s just lyrics. The main message of the song is to stop “confusing hip hop with real life when the music stops,” as in going out and doing what you hear in rap songs after you’re done listening. This song does not clearly sample any other song.| Song Name : | When the Music Stops |
| Album / Movie : | The Eminem Show |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Shady, Aftermath, Interscope |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Music, reality, sometimes it’s hard to tell the differenceBut we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kidsPsych
If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrowWould you feel sorrow, show love?Or would it matter?Could never be the leadoff batterIf there ain’t shit for me to feed offI’m see-saw battlingBut there’s way too much at stake for me to be fakeThere’s too much on my plateI done came way too far in this game to turn and walk awayAnd not say what I got to sayWhat the fuck you take me for? A joke? You smoking crack?‘Fore I do that, I’d beg Mariah to take me backI get up ‘fore I get down, run myself in the ground‘Fore I put some wack shit outI’m tryna smack this one out the park, five-thousand markY’all steady tryna drown the sharkAin’t gon’ do nothing but piss me offLid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me offSee me leap out, pull the piece outFuck shooting, I’m just tryna knock his teeth out (woo)Fuck with me now, bitch, let’s see you freestyleTalk is cheap, motherfucker, if you’re really feeling froggish, leapYo Slim, you gon’ let him get away with that?He tried to play you, you can’t let him ‘scape with thatMan, I hate this crap, this ain’t rapThis is crazy the way we actWhen we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
Ain’t no way of getting rid of McVayIf so, you would’ve triedThe only way I’m leaving this bitch is suicideI have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy’s crib with HennesseyGot drunk then I finished himI’m every nigga’s favorite archenemyPhysically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beefI spark willingly with a Dillinger in the dark diligentlyI’m not what you think, I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangeredI can’t stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paperI wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres (baow)I murder youI gauge and have me turn into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I’m surgicalI’m allergic to dying, you think not? You got balls?We can see how large when the music stops
I was happy having a deal at firstThought money would make me happyBut it only made my pain worstIt hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawgAnd you ain’t got nothing left but your word and your ballsAnd you’re stressed from the calls of your new friendsBeggin’ with they hands outChecking for your record when it’s sellingWhen it ain’t, that’s the end, no laughs, no friends, no girlJust the gin you drink ’til your car spin, you think “Damn!”When you slam into the wall and you fall out the carAnd try to crawl with one armI’m ’bout to lose it all in a pool of alcoholIf my funeral’s tomorrow, wonder would they even call when the music stops
Let’s see how many of your men loyalWhen I pull up looking for youWith a pistol sippin’ a can of PennzoilI’m revved up, who said what would lead bust?Your head would just explode with red stuffI’m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagonBraggin’ about how you shot it like a cowardBullets devoured you, showered you niggasIf I was you niggas, I’d run while given a chanceUnderstand I can enhance the spirit of manDeath itself, it can’t hurt meJust the thought of dying alone that really irks meYou ain’t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talkBe smart and stop tryna walk how G’s walk before we sparkHug the floor while we playin’ tug-o-war with your lifeFuck a tour and a micI’d rather fuck a whore with a knifeDeliver that shit the coroner’s likeYou hype, poppin’ shit in broad daylightNigga, you’re a goner at night (when the music stops)
Instigators, turn pits in cagesLet loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razorsY’all don’t want war, y’all want talkIn the dark, my dogs all bark like, “Woof”Proof, nigga I’m a wolf, get your whole roofCaved in like reindeer hoovesStomp the booth, shake the floor tiles looseThe more y’all breathe, shit, the more I movesIt’s Hill Street, this is hardcore bluesPut a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)Or make the news, betcha all y’all moveWhen the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Music has changed my life in so many waysBrain’s confused, been fucked since the fifth gradeLL told me to rock the bellsN.W.A said, “Fuck the police, ” now I’m in jail’93 was strictly R&BFucked up hair cut, listened to JodeciMichael Jackson, who gon’ tell me I ain’t Mike?Ass cheeks painted white, fucking Priscilla tonightFlying down Sunset smoking crackTransvestite in the frontEddie Murphy in the backM.O.P. had me grimy and grittyMarilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some tittiesLudacris told me to throw them bowsNow I’m in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbowVoices in my head, I’m going in shockI’m reaching for the Glock but the music stops