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Eminem - Syllables lyrics

[Verse 1 - Eminem]
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it
'Cause nowadays these kids, just
Don't give a sh** 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 sh**
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? 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

[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 sh** 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 f** 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 sh**
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 sh**
Except some kids who just got into s** 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 sh** coming out right now
It's all trash
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets pa**ed
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
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[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 b**h in Manolo's
Don't f** with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke
You f** around, you could get your a** 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
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 f** off
Well f** the f** offs
All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh!
New syllables eat ball, ya f**s offs
Your house, your b**h I'm getting s**ed 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 muthaf**ing 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


[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

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