Jay-Z - Syllables
(Eminem)
It is not about lyrics anymore
Itās about a hot beat and catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it, ācause now thereās these kids
Jeez, donāt give a shit ābout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and thatās it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJās playinā them hits
āOh, this my jam, this my shit!
We donāt know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
āCause the chorus repeats the same four words for us!ā
And the songās ginormous, the whole formula switched
āCause we donāt know anymore what are hits
Is it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a fingersnap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13-year-olds control the remotes?
And Assiās got a brand new nose?
We gotta put some new emphasis on the syl-lal-ables
(Jay-Z)
If the emphasis on a compact disc
Isnāt a beat, then Iām gonā feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Rove
āCause everywhere I go, they love the blang-blang flow
Bang, bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fingā cost ya main lotta dough
The fuck am I bustinā my brain foā?
Itās just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit
I guess you to blame, too, I just found the angle
Thereās no more reality flows
Iām tryna time my album droppinā witā a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 front of Hot 97
And call my publicist, tell her āWe in press heavenā
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet
So you want the chat room, or the house in Malibu
Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-lal-ables
(Dr. Dre)
They said 30ā²s the new 20, funny
Must mean 40ā²s the new 30, interesting
āCause ever since then itās been, in a sense, an extension
For veteran rappers that are better than half of
The shit cominā out right now, itās all trash
This torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said itās his last, then 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops, what do we got them?
So now our whole camps is runninā around
Scramblinā over what to do
Gamblinā every time we put a record out, just lookinā for that hook
(Wait, Dre, look!)
(Eminem)
(Wait Dre look)
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
āCause shorty you love me
And I love you too
And I promise Iāll be true to you
(50 Cent)
Go shawty, itās your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
Itās that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os
I run G for days, you should see how I get hoes
Iām international, I get my dick licked āround the globe
Iām sick right in the shows, when ridinā on low-lows
Puffinā on cocoa, my bitch in Manolos
Donāt with the do-dos, thatās slang for dumb hoes
Iām playinā, I aināt got time to joke-joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, this not a game, me, B? I aināt playinā
Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway
You donāt hear what Iām sayinā, me fin-ne-ne-nay
Fi-fi-de-de-day, just give me my check and Iāll be on my way
Sunny, bunny, money and funny
You aināt even listeninā and I just took your money
(Stat Quo)
There once was a time everywhere you turned
Shady/Aftermath was all you heard
But they ā50 sang too much and Em got softā
And they say āDre just fell the fuck offā
Well, fuck the fuck off, saw yāall eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault
New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you fuckos
Yoā house, yoā bitch, Iām gettinā sucked off
East, south, midwest, even up north
Fallinā victim to wack spittinā, bring out the white chalk
All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
Catch me if you can, Iām runninā past while yāall walk
(Cashis)
Shady made me for bringinā it back
āFore the history of rap is gone with a
It is not about lyrics anymore
Itās about a hot beat and catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it, ācause now thereās these kids
Jeez, donāt give a shit ābout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and thatās it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJās playinā them hits
āOh, this my jam, this my shit!
We donāt know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
āCause the chorus repeats the same four words for us!ā
And the songās ginormous, the whole formula switched
āCause we donāt know anymore what are hits
Is it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a fingersnap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13-year-olds control the remotes?
And Assiās got a brand new nose?
We gotta put some new emphasis on the syl-lal-ables
(Jay-Z)
If the emphasis on a compact disc
Isnāt a beat, then Iām gonā feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Rove
āCause everywhere I go, they love the blang-blang flow
Bang, bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fingā cost ya main lotta dough
The fuck am I bustinā my brain foā?
Itās just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit
I guess you to blame, too, I just found the angle
Thereās no more reality flows
Iām tryna time my album droppinā witā a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 front of Hot 97
And call my publicist, tell her āWe in press heavenā
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet
So you want the chat room, or the house in Malibu
Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-lal-ables
(Dr. Dre)
They said 30ā²s the new 20, funny
Must mean 40ā²s the new 30, interesting
āCause ever since then itās been, in a sense, an extension
For veteran rappers that are better than half of
The shit cominā out right now, itās all trash
This torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said itās his last, then 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops, what do we got them?
So now our whole camps is runninā around
Scramblinā over what to do
Gamblinā every time we put a record out, just lookinā for that hook
(Wait, Dre, look!)
(Eminem)
(Wait Dre look)
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
āCause shorty you love me
And I love you too
And I promise Iāll be true to you
(50 Cent)
Go shawty, itās your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
Itās that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os
I run G for days, you should see how I get hoes
Iām international, I get my dick licked āround the globe
Iām sick right in the shows, when ridinā on low-lows
Puffinā on cocoa, my bitch in Manolos
Donāt with the do-dos, thatās slang for dumb hoes
Iām playinā, I aināt got time to joke-joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, this not a game, me, B? I aināt playinā
Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway
You donāt hear what Iām sayinā, me fin-ne-ne-nay
Fi-fi-de-de-day, just give me my check and Iāll be on my way
Sunny, bunny, money and funny
You aināt even listeninā and I just took your money
(Stat Quo)
There once was a time everywhere you turned
Shady/Aftermath was all you heard
But they ā50 sang too much and Em got softā
And they say āDre just fell the fuck offā
Well, fuck the fuck off, saw yāall eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault
New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you fuckos
Yoā house, yoā bitch, Iām gettinā sucked off
East, south, midwest, even up north
Fallinā victim to wack spittinā, bring out the white chalk
All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
Catch me if you can, Iām runninā past while yāall walk
(Cashis)
Shady made me for bringinā it back
āFore the history of rap is gone with a
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