[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 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 playing 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 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 thirteen-year-olds control the remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our syl-la-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 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 bustin' my brain fo'?
It's just the way the game go and, 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 (Ha-ha-ha)
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 (Ha-ha)
No one gives a shit except some kids that just got into sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or the house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-la-la-ble
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 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 playing 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 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 thirteen-year-olds control the remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our syl-la-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 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 bustin' my brain fo'?
It's just the way the game go and, 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 (Ha-ha-ha)
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 (Ha-ha)
No one gives a shit except some kids that just got into sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or the house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-la-la-ble
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