Official Music Video
When The Music Stops by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Bizarre:]
Music, reality
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers
Have a responsibility to these kids... Psych!
[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 smoking 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 nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull a piece out
Fuck shooting, 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
[Swifty McVay:]
Ain't no getting rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically
Arrived back at my enemy's 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 dying – you think not?
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
[Kon Artis:]
I was happy having 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 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 it's selling
When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends
No girls, just the gin you drink 'til 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
[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up looking for you with a pistol
Sipping 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
Bragging 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 dying 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 playing 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, popping shit in broad daylight
Nigga, you're a goner at night; when the music stops
[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
Or make the news, bet you all y'all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop, when the music stop
[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"
NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail
Ninety-three 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
Flying down Sunset, smoking crack
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
M.O.P. had me grimey 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 going in shock
I'm reaching for the Glock, but the music stops
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of When The Music Stops by Eminem
When The Music Stops* (original Eminem)
[Bizarre:]
Music, reality
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers
Have a responsibility to these kids... Psych!
[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 smoking 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 nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull a piece out
Fuck shooting, 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
[Swifty McVay:]
Ain't no getting rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically
Arrived back at my enemy's 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 dying – you think not?
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
[Kon Artis:]
I was happy having 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 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 it's selling
When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends
No girls, just the gin you drink 'til 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
[Kuniva:]
Let's see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up looking for you with a pistol
Sipping 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
Bragging 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 dying 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 playing 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, popping shit in broad daylight
Nigga, you're a goner at night; when the music stops
[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
Or make the news, bet you all y'all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop, when the music stop
[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"
NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail
Ninety-three 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
Flying down Sunset, smoking crack
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
M.O.P. had me grimey 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 going in shock
I'm reaching for the Glock, but the music stops
When The Music Stops (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Bizarre:]
Música, realidad
A veces es difícil notar la diferencia
Pero nosotros como artistas
Tenemos una responsabilidad con estos niños... ¡Broma!
[Eminem:]
Si muriera, asesinado a sangre fría mañana
¿Sentirías pena, o mostrarías amor? ¿O importaría?
Nunca podría ser el primer bateador
Si no hay mierda de la que alimentarme, estoy batallando en un sube y baja
Pero hay demasiado en juego para que sea falso
Hay demasiado en mi plato
He llegado demasiado lejos en este juego para darme la vuelta y marcharme
Y no decir lo que tengo que decir
¿Por qué mierda me tomas, por una broma? ¿Estás fumando crack?
Antes de hacer eso, le rogaría a Mariah que me aceptara de vuelta
Me levantaré antes de caer
Me hundiré en la tierra, antes de sacar alguna mierda mala
Estoy intentando sacar esto del parque: marca de cinco mil
Ustedes intentando ahogar a un tiburón
No van a hacer nada más que cabrearme
Tapa de la lata de palizas, solo destápame
Verme saltar, sacar un arma
A la mierda disparar, solo intento sacarle los dientes
Jódete conmigo ahora, puta; ¡a ver si rapeas libre!
Hablar es barato, hijo de puta, si de verdad te sientes valiente, salta
Oye, Slim, ¿vas a dejar que se salga con la suya?
Intentó jugártela, no puedes dejar que se escape con eso
Hombre, odio esta mierda, esto no es rap
Esto es una locura, la forma en que actuamos cuando confundimos el hip-hop
Con la vida real cuando la música para
[Swifty McVay:]
No hay forma de deshacerse de McVay, si no, lo habrías intentado
La única forma en que dejaré a esta perra es el suicidio
He muerto clínicamente
Llegué de vuelta a la casa de mi enemigo con Hennessy
Me emborraché y luego lo acabé
Soy el archienemigo favorito de cada negro
Físicamente apto para ser el negro más peligroso con problemas
Disparo voluntariamente, con un Dillinger en la oscuridad, diligentemente
No soy lo que piensas, parezco estar jodido
Mentalmente en peligro; no puedo mantenerme alejado de una navaja
Solo quiero mi cara en un periódico
Ojalá un negro tuviera una granada para apretar fuerte
Para despertar a los vecinos por hectáreas
Te asesinaré; me mido y me transformo en un loco
Hijo de Sam; puta, soy quirúrgico
Soy alérgico a morir – ¿crees que no?
¿Tienes huevos? Podemos ver cuán grandes, cuando la música para
[Kon Artis:]
Estaba feliz de tener un contrato al principio
Pensé que el dinero me haría feliz
Pero solo empeoró mi dolor
Duele cuando ves a tus amigos
Darte la espalda, amigo
Y no te queda nada más que tu palabra y tus huevos
Y estás estresado por las llamadas de tus nuevos amigos
Rogando con las manos extendidas
Preguntando por tu disco cuando está vendiendo
Cuando no, ese es el final: sin risas, sin amigos
Sin chicas, solo la ginebra que bebes hasta que tu coche da vueltas
Piensas "¡Maldita sea!" cuando te estrellas contra la pared
Y te caes del coche e intentas arrastrarte con un brazo
Estoy a punto de perderlo todo en un charco de alcohol
Si mi funeral es mañana
¿Me llamarían siquiera? Cuando la música para
[Kuniva:]
Veamos cuántos de tus hombres son leales
Cuando me acerque buscándote con una pistola
Bebiendo una lata de Pennzoil
Estoy acelerado; ¿quién dijo qué? Cuando el plomo estalla
Tu cabeza simplemente explota con cosas rojas, estoy esposado
Lanzado en el furgón policial
Alardeando de cómo gritaste como un cobarde
Las balas te devoraron, los rociaron a ustedes, negros
Si yo fuera ustedes, negros, correría mientras tuviera la oportunidad
Entiende, puedo realzar el espíritu del hombre
La muerte misma, no puede herirme
Solo la idea de morir solo es lo que realmente me molesta
No eres digno de hablar pensamientos de charla barata
Sé inteligente y deja de intentar caminar como caminan los Gs antes de que disparemos
Abraza el suelo mientras jugamos a la cuerda con tu vida
A la mierda una gira y un micrófono, prefiero follarme a una puta con un cuchillo
Entregar esa mierda que les gusta a los forenses
Estás emocionado, soltando mierda a plena luz del día
Negro, estás acabado por la noche; cuando la música para
[Proof:]
Los instigadores encierran pitbulls en jaulas
Suéltalos y muerden a los vecinos; muñeca a navajas
Ustedes no quieren guerra, ustedes quieren hablar
En la oscuridad, mis perros ladran, como, "¡Guau!"
Proof, negro, soy un lobo
Haz que todo tu techo se derrumbe, como pezuñas de reno
Pisar fuerte la cabina, aflojar las baldosas del suelo
Cuanto más respiran ustedes, mierda, más me muevo
Es Hill Street: esto es Blues hardcore
Pon un arma al rap, paga todas nuestras cuotas
O sal en las noticias, apuesto a que todos ustedes se mueven
Cuando la Uzi suena, mejor tírate, cuando la música para
[Bizarre:]
La música ha cambiado mi vida de muchas maneras
Cerebro confundido, jodido desde quinto grado
LL me dijo que "Rock the Bells"
NWA dijo "Fuck the Police", ahora estoy en la cárcel
El noventa y tres fue estrictamente R&B
Corte de pelo jodido, escuchaba a Jodeci
Michael Jackson – ¿quién me dirá que no soy Mike?
Nalgas pintadas de blanco, follando con Priscilla esta noche
Volando por Sunset, fumando crack
Travesti delante, Eddie Murphy detrás
M.O.P. me hizo sucio y rudo
Marilyn Manson: me teñí el pelo de azul, y me crecieron unas tetas
Ludacris me dijo que lanzara esos codos
Ahora estoy en el hospital con la nariz rota
Y un codo fracturado
Voces en mi cabeza, estoy entrando en shock
Estoy buscando la Glock, pero la música para
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