LIL WAYNE HAS VERSES BETTER THAN SOME RAPPER'S ALBUMS

[Sad Bunny]

Lord, protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies
I come from where the nikkas just kill to save energy
Sorry, world, but my mommy drop me where the clinic be
So if you tried to mimic me you'd probly catch some sick disease
Six degrees, leanin' on that promethathathathazene
I'm a centipede, these men move at women speed
I'm bout my spinach, cheese, dough, chedder, feddi, gwop
Money, moolah, mozarella, et cetera, et cetera
fukk competitors, fukk these rappers, fukk these editors
fukk the head of the state, fukk the gates surroundin' the prisoners
These muthafukkas the prey; I'm the Predator, see me dreadlock
Tough as Bam-Bam from Bedrock; I'm tied to the game like wedlock
Say "hello, red dot", say "goodbye, life" and say "hello, Satan"
A devil in the flesh, a rebel at its best, no complainin'
We live in Hell and I'm blessed, Scarface

 

[Sad Bunny]

Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard
bytch say Weezy make it rain, I say bytch I ain't God
But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas
See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines
Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find
Man, some shyt just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine
And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine
And if you nikkas talking war, well bytch, it's combat time
Hey, I take three l's to the head: love, live, life, and I'm dead
Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is
And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bytch is
I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street
Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em
Where the fukk is Robin Leech when you need him?
A rich nikka can't even buy freedom
That's why I give my white bytches everything but freedom
I do my white bytches anything but beat 'em
And if they like rat poison, then I'ma feed 'em
I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it
I'm rich bytch, I ain't broke no more
But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor
I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more
You old ass rappers better stay on tour
You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24
I could murk you and come home when I'm 44

 

[Sad Bunny]

Howdy do motherfukkas, it's Weezy Baby
nikkas bytchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the fukking O'bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bytches humming
Don't make that bird shyt, he got a weak stomach
nikkas know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says: "shoot a nikka in his thigh and leg"
And tell him "catch up" like mayonnaise
I'm the sickest nikka doing it, bet that baby
These other nikkas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a setback
Clumsy ass nikkas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys p*ssy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some nikkas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nikka Fee
See every motherfukka at the door don't get a key
You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies: "don't kill him, bring the nikka to me"
Yeah, don't miss, you fukking with the hitman
Kidnap a nikka, make him feel like a kid again

 

[hustlemania]

 

[DigitalDopeman]

[momma taught me]

Momma gave me the swag, I walk like the President
Talk about only dead presidents and big settlements
Yes I have faith in the flag, yep I'm a citizen
I'm repping for my city that is bad as the city is
Momma ain't teach me no better but to get this cheddar
And that I do and for it I get at you
I consider you all fools, you nikkas is hilarious
Young Money bytches don't wanna fukk us, they wanna marry us
Now ain't that some shyt
I can't have one bytch but I just got one dikk and no
I ain't fukking with the faith
I load my hand gun with hand towels just to touch a nikka face
I am something like a safe, I will never crack
Ain't no combination, nikka never that
If a nikka ever said anything about Weezy and meant it
He gone get it that same evening, Pimpin'
Backseat riding like I'm Mr. Daisy, I am Weezy F Baby, don't miss the Baby
I kiss the lady on her hand, I'm a fly young man, check my wingspan
This year I probably do everything tan by/buy a crib on the sand
Got to float to the land but don't get it twisted I still die for me
And do a bid for my man, keep it real as I can
Cuz I'm strong, strong with a will and a plan
Where there's a will there's a way so make way for the fam
Young Money, I yell it 'til they come for me, come get me
I bet I'll take more than one with me
I know it don't take more than one shot
And for that reason, I'm going to shoot more than one shot
I be clicking when the gun stop, I make the body hot
Then spit on it when the body drop
I get on it like a pot of crack
I get at your bytch, then I tell her like a rapper "holla back!"
I'm still asking, where the dollars at?
I will smash you if you got 'em Jack, I'll peel faster
The lil' b*stard in the Maybach
A young nikka, I still think saving is wack
I eat, sleep, shyt, and bathe with my gat
I'm like, fukk pimping slaving is back
They like, "Yes Master, You're the best Master"
My hoes need me, I'm like test answers
You don't need me, you might catch cancer
Come back from treatment looking like Van Exel
No, I don't like bald head hoes
I like a long haired diva with the boss ass goals
I'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go
He too proud, I go where your boy can't go, oh
Nasty ass lil' boy, put my feet up on the dash, pass the the grass
Enjoy, get the coke up off the glass, get the money out the drawers
Get the weed out the jars and we do it like stars!


weezy delivery used to be sick back in the g

 

[cleanface coney]

[Verse 1:]
I Get That Money Thats My Top Commitment,
Ya'll nikkaz Just Talking Ya'll Politicians
But Let Me Get Slick Real Quick Like Rick Without The Patch On My Eye Take A Patch Out The Sky Cause I'm Fly I Say That Alot And Imma Keep On Thousand Dollar Jeans On nikka
Keep Goin Keep Walkin Peace Home They Won't Find Me In My Beach Home,
Im Outta Reach Home, I Gotta Speach For Em, Umm fukk Them And Whoever Know Em 1.
Im Stepping In The Convertible With A Nasty Ass Virgo She Feel My Gangsta I Ain't Even Had To Game Ha,
But That Came Natural Sorta Like Nature How I Disappear When I Dip In The Bathroom But I Be Back Soon fukking With These Rac00ns Like Jackie Gleason On His Honey Moon.
Wad Up Boo.

[Verse 2:]
I Cooked Up Crack In The Pot I Was Pissin' In,
Yall nikkas Just Talkin Yall Politicians,
With The Wind Against My Back I Defend Any Attack By Any Way Im In In Fact Haah,
And Its Like That My Impact So Hard If I Die Ill Probably Bounce Right Back,
I Walk Around With A Mice Trap, nikkas With Cheese Dont Like Rats And Despite That I Been Around A Few Gold Fish,
Im Still A Shark Out The Ocean, I Wheel The fukk Out The 0-6-0,
Sittin Low Like Im Part Of The Car Left Arm So Stiff Yall Dont Know shyt About This Stuntin Business,
Im About To Teach That To All Of My bytches, But Back To The Business,
Give A Motherfukka So Much Coke They Probably Have Problems With They Kidney's

[Verse 3:]
They Got Hater's Out There But I'm Optimistic,
Ya'll nikkaz Ain't Talkin Ya'll Politicians, I'm Walkin What Im Talkin And Sprayin What Im Saying
And I'm Stepping What Im Reppin Imma Bout What I Shout Boy The Loudest Mouth Of The South Boy,
I'm From The Dirty Dirty You Can't Get Me Out My Shout Boy.
I Gotta Money Clip, Im Like What For I Told Ho's That They Can't Hold That,
I Stick It In Her Back Pocket Make Her Butt Large And Pull Her Seven Jeans She Like fukk Draws,
I'm Like fukk That But She Thought I Was Ignorant Approached Her Like A Gentleman Her Friends Tryin To Get With Him
But I Already Been With Them, They All Act The Same I fukk Them All Man They Like Synonyms I Got Dividends
I Might Give A Limb She See Them nikkaz Im With I Might Give Her Them.

 

[Never Broke Again]

Weezy's knuck if you buck

nikka we bussin', and bussin', to the bang of buss
No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame with us
I got that tussin', that scummy, and that angel dust
So pick your high, I will supply in correct changes, what's up
We bring the bussin', we bussin' like this thang for us
You nikkas is sleeveless man, you can't hang with us
I got a bytch who speak Spanglish
She keep her bangles danglin'
And the cocaine is right up in her anus
Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he supposed to
Be, got Hova at the game and now he coachin'
Me, but I've been the champion, happy as I ever been
Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fukk is a hammock
The chef up in the kitchen like,what the fukk is a sammich
I'm like, we gotta find middle ground, we need balance
Challenge me, that be to my advantage
I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damaged
Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot handed
Serving nicklebags in Iraq, bet I will not panic
Swerve the nickel black, if I wreck, bet I will not panic
Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier
The seats will be lazier, shyt'll be gravier
Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her
Wavin' at her at 2 crazy, Fugazis, I'm too brazen, 3 brazees deep
We got .380s and P80
9s, 9s, M-10ss and M1s and 12 gauges
Shell cases,money put up for jail cases, bail make it
My momma say, tuck your chain son, they'll take it
I hit her with one of them stale faces, like
I'll be down momma, they know who I am momma
I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man momma
fukk with your boy, man Hollygrove the hood, nikka
Throw it in your face 'til you get that understood

 

[Bbwlover504]

But why can't his albums be better than random verses

 

[the rhyme king]

the funny thing about it is is that none of that shyt is in a complex rhyme pattern.

 

[Bbwlover504]

Weezy's knuck if you buck

nikka we bussin', and bussin', to the bang of buss
No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame with us
I got that tussin', that scummy, and that angel dust
So pick your high, I will supply in correct changes, what's up
We bring the bussin', we bussin' like this thang for us
You nikkas is sleeveless man, you can't hang with us
I got a bytch who speak Spanglish
She keep her bangles danglin'
And the cocaine is right up in her anus
Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he supposed to
Be, got Hova at the game and now he coachin'
Me, but I've been the champion, happy as I ever been
Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fukk is a hammock
The chef up in the kitchen like,what the fukk is a sammich
I'm like, we gotta find middle ground, we need balance
Challenge me, that be to my advantage
I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damaged
Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot handed
Serving nicklebags in Iraq, bet I will not panic
Swerve the nickel black, if I wreck, bet I will not panic
Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier
The seats will be lazier, shyt'll be gravier
Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her
Wavin' at her at 2 crazy, Fugazis, I'm too brazen, 3 brazees deep
We got .380s and P80
9s, 9s, M-10ss and M1s and 12 gauges
Shell cases,money put up for jail cases, bail make it
My momma say, tuck your chain son, they'll take it
I hit her with one of them stale faces, like
I'll be down momma, they know who I am momma
I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man momma
fukk with your boy, man Hollygrove the hood, nikka
Throw it in your face 'til you get that understood

This was Wayne at his prime. The flow was crazy.


What's the last Wayne verse that made you go ?

 

[the rhyme king]

here is a complex wayne verse lyrically
bolded = multisyllable rhymes bolded underlined = internal rhymes

And I move like the Coupe thru traffic
Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent
Ya bytch present wit the music blasting
And she keep asking how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she sat back and cut the Carter back
up, oh fa sho
Ay Big Mike they betta step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You nikkas never harming young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bytch
Pair of phony t*ts, her hair is long and shyt, to her thong and shyt
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

 

[Plexxx]

 

[Prince.Skeletor]

still

 

[J-MIL]

This was Wayne at his prime. The flow was crazy.


What's the last Wayne verse that made you go ?

 

[SteelCitySoldier]

Weezy got bars..specially them Hot Boy$ years