to me "make ur ass quiver like you naked at winter" and "As I release masterpieces like adhesiveStuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast" are about the same in the random department but thats meQuote:
Originally Posted by Gurtej15
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to me "make ur ass quiver like you naked at winter" and "As I release masterpieces like adhesiveStuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast" are about the same in the random department but thats meQuote:
Originally Posted by Gurtej15
yal throwed if yal think this nig6a dnt get off...
there aint no one out there better then him, he can get on anyones song and murk it. yal just dnt listen to this man. theres alot of s#it yal just dnt catch on to.i dnt see no one makin songs almost everyday witout writtin or no one makin remixs to waynes songs.
tell me who better then him...
he does have skills spittin but out of the booth hes just a bitch
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hahah dude behind him in the pic is like "hell nah"
True lil wayne fan here! I bin listenin to Wayne bfore he blew up.. 500 degreez time, and awaited all albums since then. Dudes raw, I agree that SUM of his shits kina like wtf, but u gotta give him props for ALOTTA shit he done drop. He even makes soo many songs sound soo much better, and or bring em to life as a featured artist on many tracks.
the best thing about lil wayne is his swagger...the way he uses his voice almos like an instrument...especially on the "sky is the limit" song off DA DROUGHT #..he sounds soo hungry...not like all the current lazy rappers..other rappers may have better metaphors but nobody touches weezy on heart
WEEZY F.
C.B.S
lil wayne is the shit my friends. hands down.
I guess people don't like *real* rap anymore. Now rap is all about advertising. Rap nowadays, excluding a few rappers, is horrible. Lil Wayne uses his voice like an instrument? Nope, more like he uses his voice like a moron.
Does anybody know the meaning of real rap, real lyrics, and real flow anymore? Let me post some lyrics of Lil Wayne, and then some lyrics of a true rapper.
These lyrics are utter bullshit, my friends. I don't see how you can be so blind to the complete lack of substance in these lyrics. I notice a big trend in Lil Wayne's lyrics is almost complete randomness. He talks unintelligently about one thing for two lines, and then he goes on about something completely different in the next, because he can't think of a rhyme that correlates with the two lines above. This is all such bullshit. Obviously some of you have never heard real rap. Don't you realize that mainstream rap is pretty much just advertisements? These rappers (if you can call them that) spit out materialistic bullshit that has no basis in reality. They boast about things they don't do, like shooting people. Trust me on this, I am a big fan of rap, but not this! This is lame! Nobody knows what the real deal is anymore. I'm not trying to insult anyone, I'm just stating the truth. These fake rappers always talking about cars and bling bling... it's all advertisement, rofl. All these people are out is to get money, they don't care about rap. They rap some lame bullshit that will appeal to a lot of people, and then their job is done for the time being. They're rackin' in the money then. You may say, "Well hey, nothing wrong with that." Maybe not, but then again, there is no actual passion in the music. They just act tough, and pretend to be rappers. Seriously, look at what this guy is saying. Pretty much all of his songs have little to no substance, and his songs in general have no main theme. It's just random bullshit. It's not hard to see, unless you don't value quality music. About Dr. Dre making his beats. I won't deny that, Dr. Dre is good at making beats. But DJ Premier would smoke Dr. Dre on those grounds any day.Quote:
"Sky's The Limit"
Uh, Umm, Weezy you all,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, Da Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' *****s,
Most likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,
They tell me don't get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
My eyes is so wide as he watching the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, I'm gonna kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck you, hospital, young money, we're the illest,
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins"
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing,
And you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking *****s,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my *****s that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my *****s that the sky is the limit
'Cause the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it
The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it,
Switching lane faster than she switch subject,
Tell a bitch don't talk to me,
And if you're talking to them *****s, don't talk for free,
And I hate when a ***** say talk is cheap,
'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me,
My flow is art, unique,
My flow can part a sea,
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and you're just sardine,
I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p.r.ps.,
What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,
And majority of my city is rowders,
They tried to make a brand new map without us,
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,
And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,
And I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking *****s,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my *****s that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And I'mma tell all of my *****s that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
Cause the sky is the limit,
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the living room sofa,
(that's fucked up, ha ha)
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, put a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
And I'm a G,
And you ain't gotta know the alphabets to see,
I know that my whole city is depending on me,
And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never forget the streets,
So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking *****s,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my *****s that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my *****s that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
'Cause the sky is the limit,
They tell me don't get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit,
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
If you don't know nothing about it, the sky is the limit.
In this song "Sky's The Limit," I have no idea what this guy is rapping about. Why do you all insist on listening to music that fosters ignorance and insanely ridiculous and lame lyrics? Seriously...
Here's one of the most popular songs by Gang Starr, but it is by no means the best - most of the songs in the discography are great. And Guru speaks the truth, not just lame shit like Lil Wayne and a majority of mainstream rappers.
Just look up Gang Starr and hear some real rap - his flow wrecks Lil Wayne in every way possible.Quote:
No matta wat we fyace
We mus face de moment of trut baybe
Chorus: guru
They say its lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobodys invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth
Verse one: guru
The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with
Could set you up and wet you up, ***** peep the language
Its universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Lets face facts, although mcs lace tracks
It doesnt mean behind the scenes there aint no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there aint nobody to trust
Its like sabotage, its got me ready to bust
But I cant jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So ima get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else well die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when youre shinin, some chumpsll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya
Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
Cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as youll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I aint no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth
Chorus: guru
Actions have reactions, dont be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people dont speak of
Its best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth
Verse two: guru
Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Dont fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that Im facin, is mad amazin
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now Im contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my hearts racin
Suicide? nah, Im not a foolish guy
Dont even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all thats gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, Ive been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But Im sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
Im ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that Im too damn kind
And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take whats mine
But they cant take the respect, that Ive earned in my lifetime
And you know theyll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has its day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
(you should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free --> from _whos gonna take the weight? _)
Verse three: guru
Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
Youre gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the bitin triflin *****z, and the studio pranksters
Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain g?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolvin on the tascam much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of mcs, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway its just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you cant push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
Your image and your business, were truly not done right
Throw up your he-allah-i now, divine saviors
You got no hand skills theres no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top benz-y
I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth
First chorus
Grrr, I hate all the stupid typos made in lyrics on lyrics sites.
whos got drought 4?
..blood brothers?