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 [bad word] ’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 [bad word] #33;
We don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the [bad word] 
‘Cause the [bad word] 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 Assi’s got a brand new nose?
We gotta put some new emphasis on the syl-lal-ables

Jay-Z

If the emphasis on [bad word] disc
Isn’t a beat, then I’m gon’ feature and get rich
And let Dre mix the [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] the MAC-11 front of Hot 97
And call my publicist, tell her ”We in press heaven”
No one gives a [bad word] except
Some kids that just got into  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 30s the new 20, funny
Must mean 40s 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 [bad [bad word]  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 
Then what? Detox drops, what do we got them?
So now our whole camps [bad word]  around
Scramblin’ over what to do
Gamblin’ every time we put a record out, just lookin’ for that hook
(Wait, Dre, look!)

[Chours]

(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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] for days, you should see how I get hoes
I’m international, I get my [bad word] licked ’round the globe
I’m sick right in the shows, when ridin’ on low-lows
Puffin’ on cocoa, my [bad word] 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 [bad word] around, you could get your [bad word] 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 got soft”
And they say ”Dre just fell the [bad word] off”
Well, [bad word] the [bad word] off, saw y’all eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault
New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you [bad word] 
Yo’ house, yo’ [bad word]  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, [bad word]  past while y’all walk