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 When the music 
 Eminem ft. Bizarre,  McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Proof
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music.. reality..
 Sometimes it's hard to tell the 
  we as entertainers.. have a responsibility
 to  kids.. psyche!
 
 [Eminem]
 If I, were to  murdered in cold blood tomorrow
 Would you  sorrow or show love, or would it matter?
  never be the lead-off batter
 if there  shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin
 But there's way too much at stake for me to  fake
 There's too much on my plate, I  came way
 too far in this game  turn and walk away
  not say what I got to say
 What the fuck  take me for a joke? You smokin crack?
 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah  take me back
 I'll get up 'fore I get down,  myself in the ground
 'Fore I put some  shit out
 I'm tryin to smack this one  the park, five-thousand mark
 Y'all steady tryin to drown  shark
  gon' do nothin but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass
 Just twist me off, see  leap out, pull a piece out
 Fuck shootin I'm just tryin to knock his  out
 Fuck with me now bitch, let's see you 
 Talk is cheap, motherfucker  you really feelin froggish leap
 Yo Slim, you gon'  him get away with that?
 He tried to play you,  can't let him skate with that
 Man I  this crap
 This ain't  this is crazy the way we act
 When we confuse hip-hop with real life when  music stops
 
 [Swifty McVay]
  no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried
 The only way I'm leavin this bitch is 
 I  died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
  Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}
  every nigga's favorite arch enemy
 Physically fitted to be  most dangerous nigga with beef
 I spark willingly, with a  in the dark dilligently
 I'm not  you think
 I appear to be fucked  mentally endangered
 I can't stay away from  razor
 I just  my face in a paper
 I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze 
 to awake neighbors for 
 I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into  mad man
 Son of sam  I'm surgical
  allergic to dyin, you think not?
 You got balls? We  see how large, when the music stops
 
 [Kon Artis]
 I was happy havin a  at first
 Thought money would make me happy but it only made  pain worse
 It hurts when you see your friends turn their back  you dog
 And you ain't got  left but your word and your balls
 And you're stressed from the  of your new friends
 Beggin with their hands  checkin for your record when it's sellin
 When it  that's the end, no laughs, no friends
 No girls,  the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
 DAMN! When  slam into the wall
 and you fall out the car and try  crawl with one arm
 I'm bout to lose  all in a pool of alcohol
 If my funeral's tomorrow wonder  they even call?
 When the  stops
 
 [Kuniva]
 Let's see how many of your  loyal
  I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil
  revved up, who said what, when lead bust
 your head just explode  red stuff, I'm handcuffed
 Tossed in  paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted
 like  coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
 If I was  niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
 Understand, I can enhance the spirit  man
 Death itself  can hurt me
 Just the thought of dyin alone that  irks me
 You ain't worthy to  thoughts of cheap talk
 Be smart and stop tryin to walk how G's  before we spark
 Hug the floor  we playin tug-of-war with your life
 Fuck a tour and  mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!}
 Deliver that shit that  like
 You hype poppin shit  broad daylight
 Nigga you're a goner at night -  the music stops
 
 [Proof]
  turn pits in cages
 Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to 
  don't want war, y'all want talk
 In the dark my dogs all  like WOOF!
 Proof nigga I'ma  get your whole roof
  in like reindeer hoofs
 Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles 
 The more y'all breathe  the more I moves
 It's _Hill  this is hardcore _Blues_
 Put a  to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)
 Or make the news, betcha  y'all move
 When the uzi pop you better drop, when  music stop
 
 [Bizarre]
 Music has changed my life in so many 
 Brain's confused, been fucked since the  grade
 LL told  to "Rock the Bells"
 NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in 
 Ninety-three  strictly R&B
  up haircut, listened to Jodeci
 Michael Jackson - who gon'  me I ain't Mike?
 Ass  painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight
 Flyin down Sunset smokin 
 Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy  the back
 M.O.P. had grimey and 
 Marilyn Manson I dyed my hair  and grew some titties
  told me to throw them bows
 Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and  fractured elbow
  in my head, I'm goin in shock
 I'm reachin for the glock but the music  {*blam*}