Chords for Eminem - When the Music Stops (feat. D12)

_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ Music, [A] reality, _ sometimes [C#m] it's hard to tell the difference.
But [F#] we as entertainers _ have a responsibility [D#] to these kids.
[G#] _ Sorry.
If [C#m] I were to die, murdered in cold blood [C#] tomorrow,
would you feel sorrow, show love, or would [C#m] it matter?
Could never be [C#] the lead off, batter everything,
[C#m] shit for me to feed off, I'm seesaw battling,
but there's way too much at stake for me to be fake.
There's too much on my plate,
I done [C#] came way too far in this game to turn [D#] and walk away
and [C#m] not say what I got to [C#] say.
What the fuck you [C#m] take me for, a joke?
You smoking crack?
Before I [C#] do that, I beg Mariah to take me back.
I [C#m] get up before I get down, [A#] run myself in the ground
[C#m] before I put [A#] some wax shit out.
I'm trying to smack this one out the park, 5,000 mark.
Y [C#]'all steady trying to drown the shark.
Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off.
[A#] Lid to the can of whip bass, [C#m] it's twist me off.
See [C#] me leap out, pull a [C#m] piece out.
Fuck shooting, I'm just trying to knock his teeth out.
Fuck with me now, bitch, I'll see [C#] you freestyle.
[C#m] Talk is cheap, [F#] motherfucker,
if you really [C#m] feeling frog asleep.
Yo Slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He try to play you, you can't let him skate with that.
Man, I hate this [C#] crap, this [C#m] ain't rap, this is crazy.
[A#] The way we act when we [C#m] confuse hip hop with real life
when the music stops.
Now get rid of me, bae, if so, you would've tried.
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide.
I have died clinically.
I ride back at my enemies, quit with Hennessy.
Got drunk, then I finish.
I'm every nigga's favorite art enemy.
[C#] Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef.
I spark willingly with a dillinger in [C#m] the dark, [A#] diligently.
I'm not what you think, I appear to be fucked up.
Mentally endangered, I can't stay away from a razor.
[C#] I just want [C#m] my face in a paper.
[C#] I wish a nigga had a [C#m] grenade to squeeze tight
to await neighbors for acres.
I murdered you, I gave you how me turn into a madman.
Son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical.
I'm allergic to [C#] diet.
You think not, you [C#m] got balls?
We can see how large when the music was out.
I stopped me having to deal at first.
Thought money would make [C#] me happy,
but it only made my pain worse.
It hurts when you see your friends turn your back
on you, dog, and [C#m] you ain't got nothing left
but your word and your balls,
and you're stressed from the calls of your new friends.
Begging with their hands out,
checking for your record when [C#] it's selling.
When [C#m] it ain't, that's the end.
[C#] No laugh, no friend, [C#m] no girl.
Just continue to drink till your car spin.
You think, bam, but you slam into the wall
and you fall out [C#] the car and try to crawl with one arm.
I'm about to [C#m] lose it all in a pool of alcohol.
If my funeral's tomorrow,
wonder what they even call when the music stops.
Let me see how many of you men loyal
when I pull up looking for you with a pistol,
sipping a can [C#] of Pennzoil.
I'm revved up, who said what, with lead [C#m] bust.
Your head just explode with red stuff.
I'm handcuffed, tossed in a paddy wagon,
bragging about how you [C#] shouted like a coward.
Bullets devoured, you showered, you [C#m] niggas.
If I was you niggas, [C#] I'd run while giving a [C#m] chance.
Understand [A#] I can enhance the spirit of man.
Death itself, it can't hurt me.
Just the thought of dying [C#] alone, it really irks me.
You ain't worthy to [C#m] speak thoughts of cheap [C#] talk.
Be smart and stop [C#m] trying to walk out G's walk.
Before we spark, hug the floor
while we playing tug of war with your life.
Fuck the [C#] tour and the mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife.
[C#m] Delivering that shit to coroners [C#] like you hype.
I've been sitting [C#m] broad daylight,
nigga, you a goner at night.
When the music stops, instigators, instigators.
Let loose and fit the neighbors, Mr.
[C#] Razors.
[C#m] Y'all don't want war, [A#] y'all want talk.
[C#m] In the dark, my dogs all bump like poof.
Poof, nigga, I'm a wolf.
Get your hoe poof, taped in like Reindeer.
[C#]
[C#m] Stomp the booth, shake [C#] the floor, Tom Sloops.
[C#m] The more y'all breathe, the more I move.
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues.
Put a gun to rap, checking all our dues.
Or make the news, bet you all y'all move.
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop.
Music has changed my life in so many [C#] ways.
Brain's confused and fucked since the fifth [C#m] grade.
LL told me [C#] to rock the bells.
[C#m] NWA said, fuck the police.
Now I'm in jail.
93 was strictly R&B.
Fucked up haircut, listen to [C#] Jodeci.
[C#m] Michael Jackson, [A#] who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
[C#m] Ass cheeks painted white, fucking Priscilla tonight.
Flying down sunset, smoking crack.
[C#] Tres Festac in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back.
[C#m] M.O.P. had me [D#] grimy and gritty.
[C#m] Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties.
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls.
Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose
and a [C#] fractured [C#m] elbow.
Voices in [G#] my head, I'm going in [C#m] shock.
I'm reaching for the [C#] clock, but the music