conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called When the Music Stops with the following description: Eminem and D12 vent their frustrations with the rap game on the 16th track on Eminem’s fourth studio album, The Eminem Show.
  D12, the rap group Eminem was a part of at the time, is featured in this song.
  This song is about how people take rap way too seriously, and need to realize it’s just lyrics. The main message of the song is to stop “confusing hip hop with real life when the music stops,” as in going out and doing what you hear in rap songs after you’re done listening.
  This song does not clearly sample any other song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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, 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 whip-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 escape 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 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 neighbors for acres (Bah)
  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 '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 [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 a 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 wit' 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 hooves
  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 tha 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