[Verse 1 - Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it 'Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don't give a shit about lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus 'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched 'Cause we don't know anymore, what are hits Is it the beat? Is it the rap Is it a finger snap? Rr the same 808 clap And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13 year olds control the remote And Ashley's got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? It'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 No more reality flow I'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist tell her we impressed heaven No one gives a shit Except some kids who just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em? Your emphasis is on the wrong syllable [Verse 3 - Dr. Dre] They said 30s the new 20 Funny, must mean 40s the new 30 Interesting, 'cause ever since then it's been in a sence An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming out right now It's all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it's his last, and 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops what we got then So now our whole camps is running around Scrambling over what to do Gambling everytime we put a record out Just looking for that hook [Chorus - Eminem] (Wait Dre look!) Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [Verse 4 - 50 Cent] Go shorty, it's your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's And run G for days used to see how I get hoes I'm international, I get my dick licked around the globe I'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing Beat behind me player, so you here anyway You don't hear what I'm saying Me fin-nini-na Fee-fi-dididee-yay Just give me my check and I'll be on my way Sunny bunny money and funny You ain't even listening and I just took your money [Verse 5 - Stat Quo] There once was a time everywhere he turned Shady Aftermath was all ya heard But they say 50 sang too much And Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East, South, Midwest, even up North Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk [Verse 6 - Ca$his] Shady made me for bringing it back For the history of rap It's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap What happened to just spitting about living in the muthafucking city you at? In the grimiest condition, I breath in drama King Mathers and Cash me, thats freak karma I'm everything, anything, you could never be It's a hitting, rhyme in the month deep I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind I repeat every evil deed done of mine No rest contest, contract to sign By blood I'm in this squad for life Hear out my wind pipes and I just chime I'm the reason you guys won't say that line I'm crazy renegade like Em and Jay-Z I'm Rosemary's baby [Chorus] [Eminem Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore It's about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they are I don't care if you gotta rhyme Smo, Joe, toe and glow Now get out there and sell some goddamn records
Название песни: Syllables
Альбом: Look At Me Now (2010)
Текст песни добавил: World_Radio
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