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dj yazi - syllables (original version) lyrics

[intro: mc wiirdo, embis]
it is not about lyrics anymore
this acapella was created by embis

[verse 1: gerrywithag]
+plane crashes+
if we gotta dumb down our style and a+b+c it
then so be it, ’cause nowadays, these kids just
+h+rn h+rn h+rn+
if we gotta dumb down our style and
dumb down our style and
dumb down our style and
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 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
‘causе the +this acapella was creatеd by embis+
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: yosh eg]
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
the f+ck am i bustin’ my brain fo’?
it’s just the way the game go and, oh, it take 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 (line that sh+t up my nig)
no more reality flow
i’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show
c+ck 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 that just got into s+x on the internet
so you want the chatroom or the house in malibu?
em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl+la+la+ble

[verse 3: grimr3xx & gerrywithag]
they said thirty’s the new twenty, funny
must mean forty’s the new thirty, 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 comin’ out right now, it’s all trash
the torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed (embis exclusiveee)
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 runnin’ around
scrambling over what to do
gamblin’ every time we put a record out
just lookin’ for that hook (wait, dre, look!)
[chorus: gio]
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 love you too baby)
and i promise i’ll be true to you

[verse 4: gio]
go shawty, it’s your birthday (woo)
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+ck l!cked ’round the globe
i’m sick right into shows, ridin’ on lolos (yeah)
puffin’ on coco, my b+tch in manolos
don’t f+ck with the dodos, that’s slang for dumb hoes (oh)
i’m playin’, 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 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+fididee+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 (ha)
[verse 5: dj yazi]
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 y’all eat salt
be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
oh! new syl+la+la+bles, eat ball, you f+ck+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 runnin’ past while y’all walk

[verse 6: mc wiirdo]
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 motherf+ckin’ city you at?
in the grimiest condition, i breathe in drama
king mathers and cash—me—that’s free 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 (yeah)
no rest contest, contract to sign
by blood, i’m in this squad for life
air 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

[chorus: gio]
shorty, i love you
and you love me too
we were meant to be
’cause, shorty, you love me
and i love you too (embis exclusive)
and i promise i’ll be true to you

[outro: 50 cent, peter griffin]

yo this is peter griffin o

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