Syllables (feat. Dre Dre, Jay-Z & 50 Cent) - Bad Meets Evil/Jay-Z/50 Cent

It is not about lyrics anymore

It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook

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*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 DJ's playin' 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 syl-la-la-bles

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**k 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*t

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

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 syl-la-la-ble

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*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 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

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

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 d**k licked 'round the globe

I'm sick right into show ridin' on lolo's

Puffin' on coco my b**ch in Manolo's

Don't f**k with the dodo's that's slang for dumb hoes

I'm playin' I ain't got time to joke joke

You f**k 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

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**k off

Well f**k the f**k-off's all y'all eat salt

Be mad we bad fresh up outta the vault

Oh New syl-la-la-bles eat ball you f**k-off's

Your house your b**ch I'm getting sucked 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

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**kin' 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

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

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

Now get out there and sell some goddamn records

Now get out there and sell some goddamn records

Now get out there and sell some goddamn records

Now get out there and sell some goddamn records

Now get out there and sell some goddamn records

Now get out there and sell some goddamn records