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When the Music Stops (Remix) Feat. Theory, Elijah, and Tomob

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  2. ((Verse starts at 0:32))
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  4. //Surv\\
  5. I'm gettin' real sick and tired of the shit thats getting recognition in the rap game/
  6. Most of rap is lame/ But my raps you cannot contain/ My shit is insane/
  7. Many raps are inane/ I can't even understand what alot of rappers are saying/
  8. I want a rap game thats not a bunch of junkies and school flunkies/
  9. I want a rap game thats not a bunch of dumbasses, do ya see?/
  10. I flow sharp like a samurai sword/ March to the beat like a zombie horde/
  11. I deliver punch lines like pizza/ Feel the pain in my storytelling, ask for anesthesia/
  12.  
  13. ((1:00))
  14. Listen, if you think I'll fall off and lose the game,
  15. The minute I fall off, I'll be homeless, drinking booze in an alleway getting flooded
  16. from rain.
  17. The day I stop, will be a day full of pain.
  18. Not just for me, but for everyone, my family, my friends will feel bad for the
  19. fortune that had been dumped down the drain.
  20. I've seen so much plagiarized shit on RapPad, I can't get through it,
  21. Like that little freakin' pussy, Cam fucking Lewis.
  22.  
  23. I feel like a caged demon, who at any second can stop a big rapper from breathin
  24. Somewhere in my life I know I'll have to resort to stealin'
  25. I know I'm keeping in my sorrow for the day they say whey the say "Surv fell."
  26. I feel like I'm destined to hell, motherfucker you think you can sell?
  27. Well then, bitch, lets see how well,
  28. When the music stops!
  29.  
  30. //Tomob\\
  31. If i were to reside over the hip hop kingdom would I
  32. stay at peace in my mind or begin to find that the greed and envy is intertwined
  33. looking for the remedy still but I cant find
  34. I cant turn the switch off im sick of gucci mane and rick ross
  35. I'm pissed off and I'm jumping around like criss cross
  36. at all these little rip offs who begin to shit talk
  37. but don't ever spit raw while my head filled with sick thoughts
  38. I dread leaving my own door
  39. when night creeps in is when I seek my pen
  40. I might begin with some sick rhymes then
  41. but I cant stop when the light begins
  42. I lost my mind and everyone of my friends
  43. as the beat plays and the record spins
  44. I lift the heat take a second and lift it to my head
  45. press it to my temple I'm about to be a dead dude
  46. when i hear the loud bang pop..I fade to grey and feel myself drop
  47. and finally I reach the time,
  48. When the music stops!
  49.  
  50. //Elijahrko\\
  51. Call the cops
  52. And dead they'll drop
  53. I'm like Eminem the cream of the crop
  54. I walk so hard I piss the ground off and shake the blacktop
  55. Thats when the music stops
  56. This ain't B rabbit
  57. I wish I had a habit
  58. Of getting things into the basket
  59. Now this shit is turning to a habit
  60. I need to grab it and snap it
  61. When the music stops
  62. You regin comes to an end now
  63. That road I been down
  64. My shit comes out the color brown
  65. Put him in a chock hold and let the little bitch drown
  66. Now lets turn that frown upsides down
  67. Slap you in the face with abag of rice
  68. I never play nice
  69. I grab you by your tail and shake you once or twice
  70. You squeak like a thousand mice
  71. My rhymes are precise
  72. Not overpriced
  73. I had to sacrifice to live in paradise,
  74. When the music finally stops!
  75.  
  76. //Theory\\
  77. The flow is quite on schedule like tangible planners
  78. insanity's here, I stand and the stands and the fans, goddamit
  79. they clap and applaud, go bananas as Hannah Montana
  80. brandishing a wall and handling a few grams of cannabis strands
  81. hands in the air, leave you panicking, you get frantic
  82. when I jam it like unwashed Tec 9's, I'm causing damage
  83. to the whole damn planet, and slam this beat into the granite
  84. I get cream like I'm the man of the year, rappers vanish
  85. like black women in Vanity Fair, the flow spazzes, get manic
  86. an artist like Michelangelo at his canvas
  87. throw your hands in the air, or lyrically you get banished
  88. because I rock the jams by popular demand, the track? I ran it
  89. murder the mic around the South whether I'm out in Atlanta
  90. or Alabama where the meth hit connect drug scramblers
  91. or in my hometown in Louisiana, I'm on the channels
  92. because I found a way to take my rage and anger and channel it
  93. gamblers and handlers cock hammers, spoon fed propaganda
  94. cops lock the slammer, spread the word like a cancer
  95. paparazzi cameras and glitz and glamour, it doesn't matter
  96. in the ghetto where all they want is some dollars and answers
  97. animals brandish gats and knives, hunt like Doctor Banner
  98. zoning off and smoking tons of Rollie blunts with lots of gamma
  99. you can't relax and vibe, I be like Monch and drop the grammar
  100. I just take it, beat it, like I be the Jackson 5, Charles Manson
  101. of this rap shit, got the hottest stanzas, colder than Canada
  102. plus the rifle stand tall like France, holding artists for ransom
  103. dropping so many names in disses, The Game reported slander
  104. smoking coriander strands and I jam
  105. then the music stops

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