Syllables (Remix)

It’s not about lyrics anymore, it’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook [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 bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ’s playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We dont 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 or 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 [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 Rove 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 ya man lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? Its 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 in press 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 [Dr Dre] They said 30′s the new 20 Funny, must mean 40′s the new 30 Interesting cause ever since then it’s been in a sense An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming out right now Its 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 [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 [50 Cent] Go shorty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its 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 round 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, its not a game, me B, I ain't playing Beep 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 [GR Lynch] This ain't top 40 or hit list shit Not for TRL, no Rick Dees' picks This is straight GRL ski mix bitch Call me Strasburg when I pitch this shit I leave these other rappers so tongue-tied They just local, GR's worldwide You sound like cabbage, ya wilted outside I spit tomatoes straight from the vine Leave these other artists lookin all sundried A bunch of little stains, to them I'm Tide Keep a stain stick in my Subaru ride Glass all black can't see us igniting Paint white out like you fucked up writing Mount baker bout to get a boost in style In the parking lot they can't help but smile Ma'am please cover the eyes of your child Gunz come out you know bumpin 50 Subie 2 shes covered with bitties Snowpants blue like the sign for thrifty So baggy what are those a fuckin size 60? Burrito legs bitch, call me big shitty