Eminem feat. Jay-Z, Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, Cashis, and Stat Quo, “Syllables” (Lyrics)

28 Dec

Worst love song ever. (Quibble; explanation.) (Pic via Nah.)

Lyrics for “Syllables” after the jump.

Lyrics

(Eminem)

It is not about lyrics anymore
It’s about a hot beat and catchy hook

If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it, ’cause now there’s these kids
Jeez, 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 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 formula switched
‘Cause we don’t know anymore what are hits
Is it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a fingersnap 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 emphasis on the syl-lal-ables

(Jay-Z)

If the emphasis on a compact disc
Isn’t a beat, then I’m gon’ feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Rove
‘Cause everywhere I go, they love the blang-blang flow
Bang, bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing’ cost ya main lotta dough
The fuck 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 shit
I guess you to blame, too, I just found the angle
There’s no more reality flows
I’m tryna time my album droppin’ wit’ a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 front of Hot 97
And call my publicist, tell her “We in press heaven”
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that 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-lal-ables

(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 comin’ out right now, it’s all trash
This 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 them?
So now our whole camps is runnin’ around
Scramblin’ over what to do
Gamblin’ every time we put a record out, just lookin’ for that hook
(Wait, Dre, look!)

(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

(50 Cent)

Go shawty, it’s your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
It’s that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os
I 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 in the shows, when ridin’ on low-lows
Puffin’ on cocoa, my bitch in Manolos
Don’t with the do-dos, that’s slang for dumb hoes
I’m playin’, I ain’t got time to joke-joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, this not a game, me, B? I ain’t playin’
Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway
You don’t hear what I’m sayin’, me fin-ne-ne-nay
Fi-fi-de-de-day, 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

(Stat Quo)

There once was a time everywhere you turned
Shady/Aftermath was all you heard
But they “50 sang too much and Em got soft”
And they say “Dre just fell the fuck off”
Well, fuck the fuck off, saw y’all eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault
New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you fuckos
Yo’ house, yo’ bitch, I’m gettin’ sucked off
East, south, midwest, even up north
Fallin’ victim to wack 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

(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’
‘Bout livin’ in the ma’fuckin’ city you at?
In the grimiest condition, I breathe in drama
King Mathers and Cash meet, that’s free karma
I’m everything, anything you could never be
It’s a hidden rhyme of the month deep in the beat
I speak wit’ a piece, no peace on my mind
I repeat every evil deed done to mine
No rest contest, contract is signed
By blood I’m in this squad for life
Interrupt 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, now reach 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

(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 ho-hot-hot beat, and a catchy hook
A ho-ho-hot beat, and a catchy hook
Nobody gives a damn about them syllables
Sill-ly-lables, whatever they are
I don’t care if you gotta rhyme slo-mo, Joe, toe, and flow
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

4 Responses to “Eminem feat. Jay-Z, Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, Cashis, and Stat Quo, “Syllables” (Lyrics)”

  1. DP December 29, 2010 at 6:52 AM #

    It’s not a love song😐

    • Andy Hutchins December 29, 2010 at 12:08 PM #

      You’re not very good at sniffing out sarcasm or Simpsons references.

      Also, this is very much a pseudo-ironic love song to lyricism and striving that dumbs down the lyricism and mutes the achievement in virtually every way. Jay rhymes “chain glow” with “main dough”; 50’s the only one who tries a halfway difficult flow, rattling off nonsense syllables for no reason; Dr. Dre sounds as uninspired as ever; the chorus is actually a good one, either straight or sarcastic, but the song has no idea what to do with it, and Em’s verse pales in comparison.

      So, yeah, as a love song to a style of hip-hop none of the participants were practicing at the time, it fails.

      • sofia January 8, 2011 at 2:08 PM #

        I felt differently. I thought Eminems verse was the best mostly because it was straight to the point and every line was 100 percent true. The chorus is definately and obviously sarcastic, you can tell by the way it’s introduced by Dre saying “Just lookin for that hook” and Em says “Wait, Dre look” and we here the dumbass chorus that’s catchy and easy to remember. Which is what the song is trying to pinpoint in the first place. Peoples new tendencies to disregard substace for something to passively bob your head to.

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