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Posts tagged: Rap
B.o.B. (feat. Lil Wayne): Strange Clouds
I hate when Weezy represents his colors (hey, it’s just a neighborhood thing), but I’ll let it slide on this track and on No Love.
Eminem (feat. Lil Wayne): No Love
Another track off of Recovery (out June 22nd!) and I’ve said a lot about Lil Wayne over the years and complained about how he makes almost too much music, which waters down his good music (most of his mixtapes, guest spots, and Tha Carter III) with crap like anything he’s ever done with Birdman or his “rock” album (ugh). However, this song is something else. Eminem’s verse is pretty good even though it doesn’t really get going until about 3:10 into the song, but Wayne’s verse…WOW. I mean, seriously, WOW. I am not what you would even consider a casual fan of Lil Wayne, but his verse in this song is one of my favorite rap verses of the past…I don’t know…fifteen years.
Lil Wayne:
Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower,
But it’s fuck the world, get a child out her
Yeah my life a bitch, but you know nothin’ bout her,
Been to Hell and back, I can show you vouchers,
I rollin’ sweets, I’m smoking sour,
Married to the game, but she broke her vows,
That’s why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
I think about more than I forget,
But I don’t go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggers know I lay them down, make your bed
Bitches try to kick me while I’m down, I break your leg
Money outweighing problems on the triple beam
I’m sticking to the script, you niggers skipping scenes
Uh, be good or be good at it
Fucking right I got my gun, semi Carter-matic
Did I say “WOW”? Em’s verse picks up too and I love him, but I think it’s time Em stops singing his hooks. I heard enough of it with Encore and 50 kind of ruined it for everyone with every song he’s put out since In Da Club.
