Letras de canciones de Eminem

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS - Eminem

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS

 Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference 
but we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids 
psyche! 
 
 
[slim] 
 
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 the paper 
I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres 
I murder you 
 ?? I danger I returning to ?? 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 
 
 
 
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 [last?!?] 
no friends no girl 
just the gin u drink till u car spin u then [screech] 
DAMN ! [EXLODING 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 
my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call it news 
 
 
 
let's see how many of your men's 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 
[urts] 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 
 
BIZZARE 
 
music's changed my life in so many ways 
brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade 
ll told me to rock the bells 
nwa said fuck the police 
now i'm in jail 
93 was strictly rNb 
fucked up hair cut 
listen to jodeci 
michael jackson [who go tell me i'm mike] 
ass cheeks painted white 
fucking presilla at night 
[flying down] sunset smoking crack 
transvestite in the front 
eddi murphy in the back 
MOP had me grindy and griddy 
marilyn manson, i dyed my hair blue 
and grew some titties 
[lil chris ....... ] 
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 when the music stops ! 
[BANG !]