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[Intro Eminem]
It is not about lyrics anymore
Its about a hot beat and a catchy hook
[Verse 1 Eminem]
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it, then so be it
Cause nowadays these kids just dont give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playin' 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 song's ginormous, the whole formulas switched
Cause we dont 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 remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our sa-lyl-la-bles
[Verse 2 Jay-Z]
If the emphasis on the compact disc is in the beat
Then Im 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 your man 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 an angle
No more reality flow
Im 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 in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is on the wrong sa-lyl-la-ble
[Verse 3 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, it's all trash
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said its his last and 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then?
So now our whole camps is running around
Scrambling over what to do
Gambling every time we put a record out
Just looking for that hook (Wait Dre, look)
[Hook Eminem]
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 Ill 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, you should see how I get hoes
I'm international, I get my dick licked round the globe
I'm sick right into show, riding on lolos
Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolos
Dont fuck with the dodos, that's slang for dumb hoes
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Loc
It's not a game, me B, I ain't playing, beat behind me playin'
So you don't hear anyway, you dont hear what Im sayin'
Me fin-nini-na, Fee-fi-dididee-yay
Just give me my check and Ill 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 you turned
Shady/Aftermath was all you 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 salt
Be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh
New sa-lyl-la-bles eat ball, you 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, Im running past while yall walk
[Verse 6 Cashis]
Shady made me for bringing it back
'fore the history of rap is gone with a snap
A snare and a clap, what happened to just spitting
About living in the mothafuckin' city you're at?
In the grimiest condition, I breathe in drama
King Mathers and Cash me, that's freak karma
I'm everything, anything, you can never be
It's a hidden, rhyme in the month deep in the beef
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 about out my wind pipes and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
Im crazy renegade like Em and Jay-Z
Im Rosemarys baby, I want you to hate me
[Hook]
[Outro Eminem]
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat, a hot beat
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 schmo, mo, joe, toe and glow
Now get out there and sell some goddamn records
