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Lyrics Eminem

Featuring: 50 Cent, Ca$his, Dr. Dre, Jay-Z & Stat Quo

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[Intro: Eminem]
It is not about lyrics anymore, it's about a hot beat and a catchy hook

[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*t '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 DJs playing them hits "Oh, this my jam, this my sh*t"
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 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 remotes?
And Ashley'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 I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the sh*t 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 f*ck 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*t
I guess you to blame too, I just found an angle
No more reality flow
I'm trying to 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*t 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]
Jay 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 sh*t 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 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: All]
(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
I run G for days -- you should see how I get hoes
I'm international, I get my d*ck licked round the globe
I'm sick right into shows, I'm riding on lolo's
Puffing on coco, my b*tch in Manolo's
Don't f*ck with the dodo's, that's slang for dumb hoes
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke
You f*ck around, you could get your ass smoked, Loc,
It's not a game, me B, I ain't playing
Beat behind me playin', it's all you hear 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 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 f*ck off
Well, f*ck the f*ck offs, all yall eat salt
Be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh!
New sa-lyl-la-bles eat ball, you f*cks offs
Your house, your b*tch, 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
'fore the history of rap is gone with a snap
A snare and a clap, what happened to just spitting
About living in the motherf*cking 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 hit and, rhyming the month deep in a beat
I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind
I repeat every evil deed done to mind
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
I'm crazy renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me

[Hook]
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

[Outro: Cashis]
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 schmo, mo, joe, toe and glow
Now get out there and sell some goddamn records!

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