Anacron - When The Music Stops lyrics

[Hook: Christian Riley and Anacron] Whatcha gonna do when the music Whatcha gonna do when the beats Whatcha gonna do when the sound of the streets stop bringing in the bread and the meat When you're singing and the check don't mix When your lips ain't pulling out the hits When your LP sales ain't doing hot Whatcha gonna do when the music stops... [Verse 1: Anacron] (Now whatcha gonna do) Everybody needs something to fall back on A sk** to call back on The days the sun don't shine and rain drops fine What you want tracks on, and pitter pat on your future The time to lean or the talent you sat on For so long, hope it's not gone With the money and the entourage and groupies The fame and the mags and the goofy outfits Yeah you was the sh**, when your first plate when plat Whatcha gonna do when the label Whatcha gonna do when the fans Whatcha gonna do when the world in your hands cracks beneath your iron grip When your mansion goes to the highest bid When your woman mash out with your kids And your boys that you thought was true was not Whatcha gonna do, when the music stop... [Hook] Whatcha gonna do when the music Whatcha gonna do when the beats Whatcha gonna do when the sound of the streets stop bringing in the bread and the meat When you're singing and the check don't mix When your lips ain't pulling out the hits When your LP sales ain't doing hot Whatcha gonna do when the music stops... I swear everybody got lyrics, no lie Fools rhyme and they don't know why Real emcee's are performers that freeze in more ways than one To seize a crowd is an ability learned from none Why achieve the ends through only one means I mean that you don't hunt without an extra clip for your gun Have fun, explore your talents Don't lose your balance and fall off The day that the contracts called off Or when that independent ain't hauled off Rights of distributor hitting your pocket with a tape You gotta give respect, that's real How you gonna tell em how you feel When they not checking for your an*log reels When you're not second on the station's playlist Hey this factual, there's actually many that fell prey to same way Thinking their career would last forever and a day You fit into the mold just like clay But even Playdough gets hard and can't change over time, then it gets thrown away I respect those that utilize sk**, the true to life real, doing life still Running businesses, opening shops Painting images of toatting them crops Write poetry and preform spoken word Options limitless because they didn't stop When they were ahead, just like me Imma stay fed no matter what I be I invested hella time building, sk**s that could come in handy So whether I'm rapping or not I'll be damned if my life ain't fine and dandy Thanks to the words of my fluent Pops, Imma be straight When the music stops... [Outro Hook] (Whatcha gonna do when the music Whatcha gonna do when the beats Whatcha gonna do when the sound of the streets stop bringing in the bread and the meat When your singing and the check don't mix When your lips ain't pulling out the hits When your LP sales ain't doing hot)x2 Whatcha gonna do, when the music stops...