Stat Quo - Syllables lyrics

[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 A-B-C it Then so be it, ‘cause nowadays these kids Just don't give a sh** '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 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 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** 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** am I bustin' my brain fo'? 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 an angle No more reality flow I'm tryna time my album droppin' with a reality show co*k 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 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 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, then 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then? So now our whole camps is running around Scramblin' over what to do Gamblin' every time we put a record out Just lookin' 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 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, you should see how I get hoes I'm international, I get my dick licked 'round the globe I'm sick right into show, ridin' on lolo's Puffin' on coco, my b**h in Manolo's Don't f** with the dodo's, that's slang for dumb hoes I'm playin', I ain't got time to joke, joke You f** around, you could get your a** smoked, Loc It's not a game, me, B, I ain't playin' Beat behind me playin', so you don't hear anyway You don't hear what I'm sayin' 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 listenin' 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 sing too much, and Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the f** off Well, f** the f**-off's, all y'all eat salt Be mad, we bad, fresh up outta the vault Oh! New sa-lyl-la-bles, eat ball, you f**-off's Your house, your b**h, I'm getting s**ed off East, South, Midwest, even up North Fallin' victim to wax, spittin', bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I'm runnin' past while y'all walk [Verse 6: Cashis] Shady made me for bringin' it back 'Fore the history of rap is gone with a snap A snare and a clap, what happened to just spittin' About livin' in the mothaf**in' city you 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 of 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 windpipes 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: 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 I'll be true to you [Outro: Eminem] 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!