When the Music Stops (Remix) Fea...

 

((Verse starts at 0:32))

 

//Surv\\

I'm gettin' real sick and tired of the shit thats getting recognition in the rap game/

Most of rap is lame/ But my raps you cannot contain/ My shit is insane/

Many raps are inane/ I can't even understand what alot of rappers are saying/

I want a rap game thats not a bunch of junkies and school flunkies/

I want a rap game thats not a bunch of dumbasses, do ya see?/

I flow sharp like a samurai sword/ March to the beat like a zombie horde/

I deliver punch lines like pizza/ Feel the pain in my storytelling, ask for anesthesia/

 

((1:00))

Listen, if you think I'll fall off and lose the game,

The minute I fall off, I'll be homeless, drinking booze in an alleway getting flooded

from rain.

The day I stop, will be a day full of pain.

Not just for me, but for everyone, my family, my friends will feel bad for the

fortune that had been dumped down the drain.

I've seen so much plagiarized shit on RapPad, I can't get through it,

Like that little freakin' pussy, Cam fucking Lewis.

 

I feel like a caged demon, who at any second can stop a big rapper from breathin

Somewhere in my life I know I'll have to resort to stealin'

I know I'm keeping in my sorrow for the day they say whey the say "Surv fell."

I feel like I'm destined to hell, motherfucker you think you can sell?

Well then, bitch, lets see how well,

When the music stops!

 

//Tomob\\

If i were to reside over the hip hop kingdom would I

stay at peace in my mind or begin to find that the greed and envy is intertwined

looking for the remedy still but I cant find

I cant turn the switch off im sick of gucci mane and rick ross

I'm pissed off and I'm jumping around like criss cross

at all these little rip offs who begin to shit talk

but don't ever spit raw while my head filled with sick thoughts

I dread leaving my own door

when night creeps in is when I seek my pen

I might begin with some sick rhymes then

but I cant stop when the light begins

I lost my mind and everyone of my friends

as the beat plays and the record spins

I lift the heat take a second and lift it to my head

press it to my temple I'm about to be a dead dude

when i hear the loud bang pop..I fade to grey and feel myself drop

and finally I reach the time,

When the music stops!

 

//Elijahrko\\

Call the cops

And dead they'll drop

I'm like Eminem the cream of the crop

I walk so hard I piss the ground off and shake the blacktop

Thats when the music stops

This ain't B rabbit

I wish I had a habit

Of getting things into the basket

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I need to grab it and snap it

When the music stops

You regin comes to an end now

That road I been down

My shit comes out the color brown

Put him in a chock hold and let the little bitch drown

Now lets turn that frown upsides down

Slap you in the face with abag of rice

I never play nice

I grab you by your tail and shake you once or twice

You squeak like a thousand mice

My rhymes are precise

Not overpriced

I had to sacrifice to live in paradise,

When the music finally stops!

 

//Theory\\

The flow is quite on schedule like tangible planners

insanity's here, I stand and the stands and the fans, goddamit

they clap and applaud, go bananas as Hannah Montana

brandishing a wall and handling a few grams of cannabis strands

hands in the air, leave you panicking, you get frantic

when I jam it like unwashed Tec 9's, I'm causing damage

to the whole damn planet, and slam this beat into the granite

I get cream like I'm the man of the year, rappers vanish

like black women in Vanity Fair, the flow spazzes, get manic

an artist like Michelangelo at his canvas

throw your hands in the air, or lyrically you get banished

because I rock the jams by popular demand, the track? I ran it

murder the mic around the South whether I'm out in Atlanta

or Alabama where the meth hit connect drug scramblers

or in my hometown in Louisiana, I'm on the channels

because I found a way to take my rage and anger and channel it

gamblers and handlers cock hammers, spoon fed propaganda

cops lock the slammer, spread the word like a cancer

paparazzi cameras and glitz and glamour, it doesn't matter

in the ghetto where all they want is some dollars and answers

animals brandish gats and knives, hunt like Doctor Banner

zoning off and smoking tons of Rollie blunts with lots of gamma

you can't relax and vibe, I be like Monch and drop the grammar

I just take it, beat it, like I be the Jackson 5, Charles Manson

of this rap shit, got the hottest stanzas, colder than Canada

plus the rifle stand tall like France, holding artists for ransom

dropping so many names in disses, The Game reported slander

smoking coriander strands and I jam

then the music stops