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Jay-Z - Syllables

(Eminem)

It is not about lyrics anymore
Itā€™s about a hot beat and catchy hook

If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it, ā€™cause now thereā€™s these kids
Jeez, donā€™t give a shit ā€™bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and thatā€™s it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJā€™s playinā€™ them hits
ā€œOh, this my jam, this my shit!
We donā€™t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
ā€˜Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us!ā€
And the songā€™s ginormous, the whole formula switched
ā€˜Cause we donā€™t 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 Assiā€™s 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
Isnā€™t a beat, then Iā€™m gonā€™ feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Rove
ā€˜Cause 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€™?
Itā€™s 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
Thereā€™s no more reality flows
Iā€™m tryna time my album droppinā€™ witā€™ a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 front of Hot 97
And call my publicist, tell her ā€œWe 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 30ā€²s the new 20, funny
Must mean 40ā€²s the new 30, interesting
ā€˜Cause ever since then itā€™s been, in a sense, an extension
For veteran rappers that are better than half of
The shit cominā€™ out right now, itā€™s all trash
This torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said itā€™s 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
ā€˜Cause shorty you love me
And I love you too
And I promise Iā€™ll be true to you

(50 Cent)

Go shawty, itā€™s your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
Itā€™s that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os
I run G for days, you should see how I get hoes
Iā€™m international, I get my dick licked ā€™round the globe
Iā€™m sick right in the shows, when ridinā€™ on low-lows
Puffinā€™ on cocoa, my bitch in Manolos
Donā€™t with the do-dos, thatā€™s slang for dumb hoes
Iā€™m playinā€™, I ainā€™t got time to joke-joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, this not a game, me, B? I ainā€™t playinā€™
Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway
You donā€™t hear what Iā€™m sayinā€™, me fin-ne-ne-nay
Fi-fi-de-de-day, just give me my check and Iā€™ll be on my way
Sunny, bunny, money and funny
You ainā€™t 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 ā€œ50 sang too much and Em got softā€
And they say ā€œDre just fell the fuck offā€
Well, fuck the fuck off, saw yā€™all eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault
New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you fuckos
Yoā€™ house, yoā€™ bitch, Iā€™m 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, Iā€™m runninā€™ past while yā€™all walk

(Cashis)

Shady made me for bringinā€™ it back
ā€˜Fore the history of rap is gone with a

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