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When the Music Stops

[Intro: Bizarre]
Music, reality
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers
Have a responsibility to these kids... Psych!
 
[Verse 1: Eminem]
If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow, or show love? Or would it matter?
Could never be the lead-off batter
If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin'
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate
I done 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?
'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
I'll get up 'fore I get down
Run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some wack shit out
I'm tryna smack this one out the park: five-thousand mark
Y'all steady tryna drown a shark
Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop-ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull a piece out
Fuck shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now, bitch; let's see you freestyle!
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap
Yo, Slim, you gon' 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
 
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried
The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically arrived back at my enemies' crib with Hennessy, got drunk then I finished him
I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently
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 nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
To awake neighbours for acres
I'll murder you; I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
Son of Sam; bitch, I'm surgical
I'm allergic to dyin' – you think not?
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
 
[Verse 3: Kon Artis]
I was happy havin' a deal at first
Thought money would make me happy
But it only made my pain worse
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawg
And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'
When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends
No girls, just the gin you drink till your car spin
You think "Damn!" when you slam into the wall
And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow
Wonder would they even call? When the music stops
 
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
Let's see how many of your men loyal, when I pull up
Lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Pennzoil
I'm revved up; who said what? When lead bust
Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
Tossed in the paddy-wagon
Braggin' about how you shouted like a coward
Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas
If I was you niggas, I'd run while given the chance
Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me
Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war with your life
Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife
Deliver that shit that coroners like
You hype, poppin' shit in broad daylight
Nigga, you're a goner at night; when the music stops
 
[Verse 5: Proof]
Instigators turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors; wrist to razors
Y'all don't want war, y'all 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
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
The more y'all breathe, shit, the more I moves
It's Hill Street: this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues
Nigga, or make the news, bet you all y'all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop, when the music stop
 
[Verse 6: Bizarre]
Music has changed my life in so many ways
Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to "Rock the Bells"
N.W.A said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail
'93 was strictly R&B
Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
Michael Jackson – who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight
Flyin' down Sunset, smokin' crack
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty
Marilyn Manson: I dyed my hair blue, and grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bows
Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose
And a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock
I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops [blam]
 
Fordítás

Kad glazba prestane

(Bizarre:)
(Jeka)
Glazba, stvarnost, nekad ih je teško razlikovati
Ali mi kao zabavljači smo odgovorni za tu djecu?
Ma daj!
 
(Eminem:)
Kad bih sutra bio hladnokrvno ubijen
Biste li osjećali tugu ili pokazali ljubav
I bi li to bilo važno
Nikad ne bih bio glavni u igri
Da nema ovog sranja koje me hrani
Imam svoje uspone i padove
Ali previše je toga u igri da budem lažnjak
Imam previše toga ispred sebe
I došao sam predaleko u ovoj igri da se okrenem i odem
I ne kažem ono što imam
Koji kurac mislite da sam? Klaun? Da ne pušiš možda crack?
Prije bih molio Mariah* da mi se vrati nego bio to
Ustajem i trudim se, prije bih se zakopao nego izbacio neko smeće
I pokušavam lansirati svoje tekstove daleko izvan granica
Vi kao da uporno pokušavate utopiti morskog psa
Samo ćete me razljutiti, ništa drugo
Ja sam poklopac na limenci punoj mržnje, samo me odvrnite
I gledajte kako izlazim, vadim pištolj, jebo pucanje, samo mu pokušavam izbiti zube*
Hajde, pičko, sad se zajebavaj sa mnom, da vidim kako improviziraš
Pričanje je jeftino, pizdo, ako se osjećaš kao žaba, onda skači*
Alo, Slim*, dopustit ćeš mu da se izvuče?
Pokušao ti se narugati, ne možeš mu dopustiti da pobjegne
Stari, mrzim ovo sranje, ovo nije rap
Ponašamo se ludo
Kad pomiješamo hip-hop sa stvarnim životom kad glazba prestane
 
(Swift:)
Nikad se nećete riješiti McVeigha*
Jer da možete, već bih bio mrtav
Jedini način na koji mogu napustiti ovu rupu je samoubojstvo
Doživio sam kliničku smrt, vratio se u gajbu svog neprijatelja s konjakom
Napio se i onda ga dokrajčio
Ja sam glavni neprijatelj svakog crnje
Fizički spreman da budem najopasniji crnjo s kojim se možeš sukobiti
Rado i revno pucam rasturam revolverom u mraku
Ja nisam ono što misliš
Činim se sjeban
Mentalno izazvan
Ne mogu se držati dalje od britvice
Ali ja samo želim lovu
Volio bih imati granatu da je pritisnem da probudim susjede
Ubit ću te
Opasnost me pretvorila u luđaka, ja sam Samov sin*, pičko i precizan sam
Alergičan sam na umiranje, misliš da nisam? Imaš muda? Vidjet ćemo kolika su
Kad glazba prestane
 
(Kon Artis:)
Ispočetka sam bio sretan što sam potpisao ugovor
Mislio sam da će me novac učiniti sretnim, ali
Samo mi je pogoršao bol
Boli kad vidiš kako ti prijatelji okreću leđa, stari
Kad više nemaš ništa osim svojih riječi i muda
I pod stresom si zbog poziva novih prijatelja
Koji preklinju s raširenim rukama
Traže tvoju ploču kad se prodaje
A kad se ne prodaje, tu je kraj, nema smijeha
Ni prijatelja ni cura
Samo džin koji piješ dok ti se auto ne počne vrtjeti, a onda
(*vrisak*)
Kvragu!
(*krah*)
Zabiješ se u zid i onda ispadneš
Iz auta, pokušavaš puzati s jednom rukom
Namjeravam sve utopiti u bazenu alkohola
Kad bi mi sutra bio sprovod, pitam se bi li uopće zvali kad glazba prestane
 
(Kuniva)
Da vidimo koliko je tvojih ljudi uz tebe
Kad te počnem tražiti
S pištoljem i limenkom motornog ulja
Nabrijan sam, tko je što rekao? Olovo će ti propucati glavu, eksplodirat će u oblaku crvene tvari; vezan sam lisicama, bačen u maricu
Hvalim se jer si se ponio kao kukavica, meci su te proždrli i izrešetali
Crnje, da sam ja na vašem mjestu, bježao bih dok mogu
Kontaj da ja mogu nadići čovječji duh
Smrt sama po sebi mi ne može nauditi, samo me pomisao da ću umrijeti sam uzrujava
Ti nisi vrijedan ni da govoriš
Budi pametan i prestani se praviti opak prije nego opalimo
Grliš pod dok se mi igramo s tvojim životom, jebo turneju i mikrofon
Radije bih sjebao kurvu nožem; izbaci to sranje, zapovijedam ti
Drogiran pucaš usred bijelog dana, stari, umrijet ćeš noćas
Kad glazba prestane
 
(Proof:)
Izazivamo sranja, pitbulle u kavezima
Oslobađamo i puštamo da grizu susjede; britvice uz zapešća
Svi vi ne želite rat, želite razgovarati
U mraku su svi moji momci vjerni kao psi
A ja, Proof, ja sam vuk, izdubit ću ti cijeli krov
Kao kopita sobova*
Ulazim u kabinu, pod se trese, crijepovi popuštaju
Što više vi serete, to se više pokrećem
Ovo je opaka ulica, ovo je opako sranje
Koristim pištolj u repanju, pretražujem ti sve dragulje
Ili završim u vijestima*, siguran sam da će te svi skočiti
Kad automatik zapuca, bolje vam je da se gubite kad glazba prestane
 
(Bizarre:)
Glazba mi je promijenila život na toliko načina
Mozak zbunjen i izjeban od petog razreda
LL* mi je rekao protresem zvona*
NWA* su mi rekli da jebem policiju*
Sad sam u zatvoru
Devedeset treća je bila samo za R&B
Sjebana frizura
Slušao sam Jodeci*
Michael Jackson - tko će mi reći da nisam kao Mike?
Guzica obojana bijelo
Noću jebem Priscillu*
Prolazim Hollywoodom pušeći crack
Transvestit na prednjem sjedalu
A Eddie Murphy na stražnjem*
Zbog MOP-a* sam postao prljav i grub
Zbog Marilyna Mansona* sam obojao kosu u plavo
I narasle su mi sise
Ludacris* mi je rekao da izbacim laktove*
Sad sam u bolnici
Slomljen nos i fraktura lakta
Glasovi u glavi, poludjet ću
Posežem za pištoljem, ali glazba prestaje
 
(*pucanj*)
 
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zhabbazhabba
   Péntek, 24/05/2013 - 07:44

Hvala! :)