Just saw this on another forum...apparently the lyrics to one of the songs on his upcoming album leaked through an anonymous source. The song is reportedly titled "Emergence."
It all started after 8 mile concluded
I was burned out, even the best after a great while will lose it
It can't be disputed, Encore wasn't up to standard
I mean, "My band"? I did that shit in a fuckin accent
Musically, I'd already had every drama covered
And every single day I was "on the radio" like Donna Summer
So now I had trouble even rhyming one word
My multis were gone, and my voice was shot and flustered
I've been stressed, dude, not that I'm making excuses
Anything I did with 50 Cent was poorly executed
Especially because he's more or less just useless
Dre and I got together and determined to get him huge, which
Really just filled our pockets, I could still just drop shit whenever I pleased
But I'll admit, sometimes I understood Fif's lyrics less than Chinese
It's intense, I hate him so much and yet I have to pretend this guy and I are friends
But he knows damn well why I signed and hired him
He gets a cut of the profit
And he gets to keep every groupie slut on top of it
I ate so many emcees for breakfast I could throw up an omelet
And still have more than enough in the stomach to drop shit
Speaking of which, expect no more pop shit
That's part of the reason I fell off in the first place
The pressure to conform to sell more is a disgrace
It's a waste of time, effort, and money
Just so some honey can have something to listen to while cumming
I said I'd rather respect than the check, and I meant every fuckin word then
But my entire rep was in debt, so I spent every fuckin earned cent
That left me with 50 cents
But it wasn't until later that I realized all I really had was diminished sense
Now I'm incensed and back to correct everything I built then wrecked
None of ya'll can stop me, now you can't even keep my skills in check, you see
Putting out one more classic is the only way I can fulfill my destiny
CHORUS
So now that I'm back you see
You ain't listening to anymore "Fack" from me
This shit is going to sound completely Encore-Pre
I'm done putting out songs that are shitty
I'm done catering to the LCD
My legacy means more than wealth to me
So for those expecting something else from me, listen up
Because it turns out I really DO give a fuck
Cashis, he's trash it's just disgusting how fuckin out of touch I must be
I mean, before 2003 at least I had the sense to feature myself with jay-z, trust me
To all of those who doubted me, or those who now hate me, just watch and learn
I still have what it takes, and this time I'm doing it without those awful turds
The absurd rhyming is back, just stay intact
In fact I'm doing this record just to set it straight
Before I took pills, now I just medicate
And just in case you're wondering why I had the album but took so fucking long to set a date
I had to reset our label, trying not to let it break in half, then I realized I wanted the record changed
I'm innovative now, on a mission to denigrate foul
Rappers who always have to release their bowels on a track just to get a platinum album out
Seriously, what the fuck are the snaps and the claps about?
I know I did that song with T.I. and said I wasn't mad at the South
But the truth is that they suck--does anyone really think that's in doubt?
Next time I hear a vocal synthesizer I'm trackin you down just so I can smack your spouse
And douse you with all kinds of volatile liquids
Then take what's left of your skin and start a fuckin' textile business
All you posers are a bunch of reptile midgets
I'd rather listen to internet style kids rippin tracks
Than you sad excuses for "contemp" wild musicians
So what are my intentions? I just wanted to mention how bad the music has been
These assholes are going to make me slash my throat again
Shit, maybe then I'd sound more like 50 Cent
But when I say that I really mean no disrespect
You see, I can't be the one to uphold the genre
But that doesn't mean I can't dazzle you with metaphors and double entendre
I know this must be weighin on ya
Maybe in the next song I'll comment on how much your formulaic records make me vomit
But I will not sit back and give Interscope the satisfaction
Of compromising my integrity and making Aftermath wince
So let's try and counteract this
I'll spit multi-syllabic rhymes while you talk about hoes and gats, bitch
CHORUS