(feat. D-12)    [Bizzare:]  [Echo]  Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference  But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids  Psyche!     [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 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 a paper  I wish a nigger 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, bitch, I'm surgical  I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large  When the music stops     [Kon Artist:]  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 laughs  No friends no girl  Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then   [Screech]  Damn!   [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  If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops     [Kuniva:]  Let's see how many of your men 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  Hurts 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     When The Music Stops     [Proof:]  Instigators, ?? pits in cages  Let loose and bit the neighbours  wrist to razors  Ya'll don't want war, you want talk  In the dark my dogs all bark like woof  Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof  Caved in like reindeer hoofs  Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose  The more ya'll breach, the more I moves  This hell street, this is hardcore blues  Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)  Or make the news betcha all ya'll move  When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop     [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  Ludacris told me to throw them bowls  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     [Bang]