songs where Wayne shows his technical ability?

[cmotany]

My mind sporadically, same time compatibly
Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy
Change my reality, thank God for grabbin' me
Sort of like him, cause they can't stop the wrath of me
But, Hell have no fury, Neither I
Even I would walk up in the Devil's Kitchen, eat a pie
Greedy eye, never full, getting fat
And bitch I got an itch, so don't let me catch you with the scra-scra-
Scratch y'all niggas off the face of the Earth
Even Mase came back for the money outta church
So with that on my mission for that money, I'mma work
My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse
Tryna find a better system, but I'm running out of perks
Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts
So daddy pop at 'em until they heart burst
For my baby girl candy I make her starburst
9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like
What if that bullet would have hit my heart first
Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin' 'round with death
Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case
And tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it
My nigga Real was on the ground like "naw", I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like "ahhh..."
I"m hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin'
Fuck 'em, and I don't need no crease, I'm a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street
I don't need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat
And I ain't gotta squad up, I still keep my feet
They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street
But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak, (haha)
And you and I know what's goin' on, you probably riding to a different song
I'm probably riding on some different chrome, I'm probably high in a different zone
But when I'm off, we can get it on
I take no days off catch that shit for my friend
I clock out when I punch in, I'm shootin
Reel you ain't gotta block out, it's goin' in 'em
Them rats stop hatin' on the snake, the boy venom
The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon' win 'em
I'm certified stamp, I'm a champion
Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was Fifty
But you won't be as likely as Fifty, I light me some Piffy
Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me
I don't duck I be right in the city, for them bucks
I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city
Yup, I'm just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah
I'm something like city, he something like Young Wizzy
My Nike's is spiffy, I'm hardly a Gotti
I'm slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter
Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me
Shit I gotta get me, man I'm raw, slit me
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
Ain't no more squad in me, unh




They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS
Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess
I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha laced wit syrup, it'll calm your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow! Now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea)
They call me Weezy Baby, the son of a stunner
Bitch I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know

[cmotany]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I Tell you what I did last night
I made love in a bitch wig last night
Them chrome dubs up on the benz fit tight
We stone uped the stick ick gimmie light
Laughin on the island nigga livin' right
But I got ta go ta ATL to N.Y then it's back to the N.O
Don't fuck around I put this mack to ya rib and blow
It's Weezy Baby and I'm back in this bitch for sur´
I'm packin a 5th and baggin a fo’
Kilo package of blow for twenty it go
In ya tummy where the semmi would go
And I pull the trigga right after I whisper gimmie ya coke
And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flo
Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat
Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a ho
My ho's fuck my friends I find no friend in a ho
And the women a go

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Oops oh my
Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly
And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies
So I do like I do I'm so squad

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ya see, I tried and I tried to keep goin'
But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin'
If I'm, gon ride then it got ta be foreign
Yeah me no supply less than four and a half
Quit school went into the draft
I been puttin' numbers up since that
Been pullin' up in hummers since that
So check my interrior
So clean, so young, so what, so serious
Weezy do it all
Man I touch all areas
Sports agent CEO
Plus I'm the best at this
I'm a mess at this
But I ain't trippin'
I leave rap to Nut and Dizzy
I'm to fuckin' busy
17 till I'm finished
Back in this, crack chemist
I murder that witness
Whith a burner that shit
We probably murder that spinich
But I ain't tryin' to fuck up me in Fat’s image
They say
Tune oh my
They say the boy so small he got to poke out
And all my cars own poke outs
Lu Baby call the boys let's have a smoke out
And if we war with the boys we have a shoot out
July 2nd Cash Money puttin' the truth out
I'm bout to candy and chrome me a Coupe out
I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out
I have no home
The boy move out
So if you try to find me
Lil Weezy Wee be on that new rout
How many chickens been to dudes house
Trick question
Bitches or bricks now keep guessin'
Nigga take a swigga and flip
So keep playin' boy
You fucking with the Eastland Lords, Nigga !


[Lil' Wayne]
Ya kno it wouldn't be right wit out tha boy
Let me speak on it...
Keep heat underneath tha seats up in tha jeep
Wit tha feet chrome it no retreat when tha beef on me
I'm too deep in tha streets homie
Put tha trees and tha leaves for me
And tha leaves to relieve on me
No seed just proceed to blow weed and mo’ weed
So high I dat I got a nose bleed
.4-5 n tha cozy, 4-5 that im toting
Nuttin but G's up in here and I swear I returned one wit tha most pos wit tha whole team
So I get more cream
Long ride in tha hoes spleen
Got a ho on tha flo’ givin me a blow job and its so mean
And if I told you who you'd be so confused
But don't mind got the whole week
Don't mind I'm a ho king
One line make a ho dream
One time make a ho drink
Get her to tha crib make tha ho eat
Then make tha bitch fuck tha whole street
Dude rich but he's so street
Fuck a bitch yea I'm M.O.B
Neva snitched ta tha police
Representing ole peeps
Say shit like whodi
See I'm wit ya
If ya ain't neva seen a G snap picture
Cuz mutha fucker you can believe I'm that nigga
Run from tha dude cuz he will clap quicker than a mutha fucker
He may be a rap nigga but tha boy gutter
17th till tha boy under, yeah 17th til tha boy under
And if ya neva knew then now ya that's how I go
That's S.Q.A.D. Up ya
What tha fuck

[Lil wayne prezident]

[MENTION=12526]cmotany[/MENTION] killing it with these Sqad lyrics.

[cmotany]

Got to get it grinding
Got to get it for the sake of cake
Never fake – I bet I’ll kill you for the sake of sake
Young and full of ambition like whatever it takes
Never a day a snake make me/break me, I’m too thorough (whoah)
You no see tomorrow if you try it (no!)
Youngn’ wrap up the game - I two-tied it
I move silent, like gangstas and mobbers
Murderers and robbers relate to my problems
This take all the way back to the days I was starvin’
Caged in apartment, younging Country-Cajun from blazing New Orleans
Raised in the part, where the crazies where caught
Base babies, and cases over babies were fought – (woah!)
But not in court, but in the middle of the court – so pull up a seat, (ok)
Watch a bitch get beat until her fetus’ at her feet
This is only for the streets, I am only from the streets!
Came in the game with them ponies on my feet, (okay?)
Now I’m trading lanes with the chromies on the jeep, (arrr!)
Just the homey, I ain't deep
No phony in me
I vow in holy matrimony with the heat, (I do)
Little whodie act a donkey with the piece, (I do)
Spent all my change paying dues, I’m at peace
And right when it seemed that the team was in defeat, (ok?)
I snatched the ball from cousin, beat the buzzer by 3, now the buzz is over me, (ok!)
And Dizzy, Nut, and Slim
And I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzz is over them
I Say – I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzz is over them (nigga…)
Sqad Up


Hear me out…
I – step up in this mutha fucka, chest up
Only Hot Boy left up, in this mutha –
Other niggas slept up, but I kept up
Niggas stepped down, but I stepped up – in this mutha fucka
Let the Sqad up in this mutha fucka
Keep yo wilding up, we tear the whole side up, in this mutha fucka
South side up in this mutha fucka
Shots fired outside or – you and ya guys could die up in this mutha fucka

Young, Southern, Mutha Fucka: Weezy Baby/Raw Tune
Not a cartoon, send a harpoon to your heart soon if you walk too
Close to me ???
Can’t see my flows, I practice notes with the ghosts, no joke
I’m realer than 16 days after 9/11; September 27th Happy Birthday Weezy... nigga…

Listen

Nigga
This this South
And who can give it to you like me has been given
But you aren't here till you like me
So therefore, their whores till they like me
This shit is Hell boy – or what it might be
I’m 90 proof hustler, 10% human
Whip the shit booming
With the strip booming
Get the clip screwed in
Nina Ross get the clip screwed in
Get yo click screwed up
Me and my click screwed up – like the Screwed Up Click
Got the purple juice poured up, the Sqad Up sip
Then the purple coupe pulled up, like: “Sqad Up’s Here”
Got bitches riding with niggas like: “Let Me Out of Here”
My flow is very out-of-here
Listen ma I know I say I get us here –
But look then your baby boy got a year
Now I have not-a-fear…




Shit’s locked, click clack man
Check me…
They say I’m too young to know about the shit I be talking about
See that’s the type of shit I be talking about
But fuck the world and what they talking about
If you ain't talking about this, then you aren't talking about shit
Listen, I got a quarter of block
I stretch it, let it harden and rock
Then show the hood what a bargain about
-Fuck
I got shop I call it stock
But not on Wall Street, I put this shit on Ya’ll Street so ya’’ll ???
Word to the highest above –
If so happens my raps don’t fly I’ll flip pies and such
Use my, school knowledge, mix science with drugs
And I’m smart enough to know that I’m going to die as a thug
Nigga life’s nothing but getting high off the bud
Cause after that I feel like I could just die in love
For the streets: I got dying love
Two tear drops are crying for, all my dying thugs
Embrace my pistol, with their lying hugs
Keep trying, your lying in blood
Man nigga, I breathe Iron man
My heart pumps lion blood
And when I roar, I grow wings and soar high above –
Birdman, Jr. in the skies above
The turbulence in the air make my tires rub
"I’m about to drop down Phe, Line me Up"
Perfect landing like (whistle) boom!
High, what's up?

[cmotany]

The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock like spazzes, come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dough continuos
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall
Want everybody numb like ambersol
But he heard

[Chorus 1]
Uh oh
There go them fuckin po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner

I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
Do not twist it because lil man is trippin
They could have ya body in three different places
Ain't nothin gravy, but save it
Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
While I'm shitty from the weed
Like were them bustas be
I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks
Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fitted
Be on the block until them souljas hit it
That's when he heard....

[Chorus 2]
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner

All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
No droughts I don't sit on nothin
I don't believe in frontin
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap
I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it
Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it
Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit
That's when ya heard....

[cmotany]

[Verse 1]
If you know somebody hotta than me
You don't know shit
Little whizzle wee, bitch i'm focused man
See i got it slammed on the pokeys
Watch i make my top disappear..hocus pocus
Wait a minute...
I'm fucked up cause i can't get over somethin'
But is it me or is my Bentley super sick on them buttons
And i'm stunt'n in the dirty south
We bang out..if you think itz a game when them thangs all out
And i... aim at cha frame when them thangs drawn out
And i....rang at cha brain
I flip it when it come them flames
And maann..ain't it a shame
When ya names called out
Fee got u on the news wit cha remains all out
Ayy. ..the boy Wayne ball out
My paper bigger
I even got a few hundreds wit Franklin's baby pictures
I'm a it take there wit u
U bitch u
Weezy the official..S-Q-A-D
Yea...

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
I'm the son of the stunna baby
I stunts baby
I get it up it up front in lumps every month baby
I get enough cuts from sluts
So can u suck baby
I pitch so much nut
I got bitches coughin' up babies
My Bentley my baby
I make her climb over humps
Wit her size 20 pumps baby
Ice chunks in my fronts when i grunts baby
And chickens cluck
I pluck for free
But all i want iz B
I leave blood over beats
Cause my heart speaks
I seek guns if i beef...beef beef son
If i beef three come
If i beef..gotta keep my heat tugged in the crease
Cause i reached my peak young in the streets
I thug in the streets
Haters chew lead
Understand i got big boy bread
I leave crumbs you can eat
I leave tire streaks
Where i spun in the streets
W-E-E-Z-Y WEE

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3]
People you are observin' 5 even honies
So look at me different
See me in the mean Lamborghini...look at me dimpin'
See me wit a queen on my wing....look at me pimpin'
Look at me wrong you dead.....wrong
The lead music to my ears
Make me pump it to ya headphones
The tec will leave the blackest nigga wit red bones
I gets my bread on
I'm 19 with them 20's, but i'm a 100% up in the red zone
I know the feds on
Every since i copped that house and them two Bentleys
Who wouldn’t envy?
The good is in me, the hood is in me
Thats why every other 16, i scream 17
I got bling heavily
Rings and things glittery
Intervene and get inbetween and u sleepin' in misery
Look at what the game did to me
Therez gangsta in every bit of me
FAT!!!

[Zimmie]

[Verse 1]
If you know somebody hotta than me
You don't know shit
Little whizzle wee, bitch i'm focused man
See i got it slammed on the pokeys
Watch i make my top disappear..hocus pocus
Wait a minute...
I'm fucked up cause i can't get over somethin'
But is it me or is my Bentley super sick on them buttons
And i'm stunt'n in the dirty south
We bang out..if you think itz a game when them thangs all out
And i... aim at cha frame when them thangs drawn out
And i....rang at cha brain
I flip it when it come them flames
And maann..ain't it a shame
When ya names called out
Fee got u on the news wit cha remains all out
Ayy. ..the boy Wayne ball out
My paper bigger
I even got a few hundreds wit Franklin's baby pictures
I'm a it take there wit u
U bitch u
Weezy the official..S-Q-A-D
Yea...

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
I'm the son of the stunna baby
I stunts baby
I get it up it up front in lumps every month baby
I get enough cuts from sluts
So can u suck baby
I pitch so much nut
I got bitches coughin' up babies
My Bentley my baby
I make her climb over humps
Wit her size 20 pumps baby
Ice chunks in my fronts when i grunts baby
And chickens cluck
I pluck for free
But all i want iz B
I leave blood over beats
Cause my heart speaks
I seek guns if i beef...beef beef son
If i beef three come
If i beef..gotta keep my heat tugged in the crease
Cause i reached my peak young in the streets
I thug in the streets
Haters chew lead
Understand i got big boy bread
I leave crumbs you can eat
I leave tire streaks
Where i spun in the streets
W-E-E-Z-Y WEE

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3]
People you are observin' 5 even honies
So look at me different
See me in the mean Lamborghini...look at me dimpin'
See me wit a queen on my wing....look at me pimpin'
Look at me wrong you dead.....wrong
The lead music to my ears
Make me pump it to ya headphones
The tec will leave the blackest nigga wit red bones
I gets my bread on
I'm 19 with them 20's, but i'm a 100% up in the red zone
I know the feds on
Every since i copped that house and them two Bentleys
Who wouldn’t envy?
The good is in me, the hood is in me
Thats why every other 16, i scream 17
I got bling heavily
Rings and things glittery
Intervene and get inbetween and u sleepin' in misery
Look at what the game did to me
Therez gangsta in every bit of me
FAT!!!

please tell me what technical ability does this demonstrate?

[cmotany]

please tell me what technical ability does this demonstrate?

Almost every line has at least a three syllable rhyme scheme, otherwise known as multis. Like this one:
keep my heat tugged in the crease
Cause I reached my peak young in the streets

That's a seven syllable rhyme scheme. Pretty impressive

[cmotany]

[Lil' Wayne]
I dont give a fuck about another motherfucker
cuz I will the beat tha fuck out of another motherfucker
dont try to get close motherfucker
cuz i will get my .45 and get live motherfucker
like baow! ereybody get on the flo' like now!
empty out ya pockets and lay face down
this is a stick up - this is a stick up - this is a stick up
drinkin - pimpin - poppin dolphins
lickin - tipsy and coppin often
choppers – slickin dropped on jordans
stop keep go-ing
drop keep going - tha sqad up in ya face
acting like yount know - but u gettin it straight
tha, vipers dope just sit in my waist
bitch niggaz better fit in his place


[Lil' Wayne]
I wake up to the smell of guns and roses
smell the crack in my yummy noses
set back to the block black guns and clothes
as long as my ones is stolen
Im out there till the sun lil rose
trying to bring the jalen rose
fee in the juwan howard
we on our way to lebron power
till ya' get left behind coward
the .9 send eight straight to your mind tower
thats mind power shit
I got to get mine like mind power
I got to get rich or die trying
but I need more than 50 cents
Im a high buyer
see I need more than 50 shots
Im a sqad rider
high herre
??what my account sole my new door coupe
did u ever under your souls with my new bitch too??
out the barrel into you
and your bitch too
cause young weezy baby sq is with you
Im from the streets of the 1-7 ward
young veteran
weezy flow finer than don perigion
weezy know nada - tell the laws carry on
cause born in the streets you got to carry your own
tell the fellas back home im known
they placed my throne
in the middle of a yellow tape zone
I - think you better stay gone
I really think its safer for ya dome
And nigga’ll make potatoes out ya dome
a hobie out your chest
and ranch from your leg
youse a greasy ness
im weezy f.
Im hot ta death
and I cook it in a jar if no pots is left
nigga Im a do it till no I is left
and got to ball til no clock is left
3-2-1 swish

[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy shady, pistol whip hoes n all
I'm talking back shots, chest shots, nose n all
Pay attention ta a pimp no dozin off
I got these hoes on no doughs n raw
that shea butter in
When u see a reverend bitch you
you bless that brother
confess to the god
I undress you in awe
Star ma - arent I special - sex you
All night, might take a small bite but shhhhh
chere, u take this hard white back to the shore
Then turn around and make a hard right back to your boy
You short you take a hard right smack to the jaw
Weezy still gripping smack in the jar
Got bitches holding smack in they jaw
Lil crack in they bra
If they aint got titties then its up in they draws
See a SQAD Up nigga walk up on ya and shoot ya
You living for the moment, you dying in the future
My desire for the loot a make me fire
My tires on my boots cause Im a rider
Riding in my roost' man I cant hide it Im a monster
Nappy from the roots smoking ganja Im a rasta
Nigga from the boot gots to tote tha K
The world sleeping on young costra nostra aye
As soon as a nigga start walking straight
You pussy niggas start talking hate
End up with a target face
Shit Im in a whip bumping Walk This Way
ya bitch bout to walk this way, peel of in her face
I got a RnB diva ya know
Me n mami wouldnt want with the dough
thats how it sposed ta go
You guys don't even know the dough
I get checks by the portfolio
Holla at me F

[Zimmie]

Almost every line has at least a three syllable rhyme scheme, otherwise known as multis. Like this one:
keep my heat tugged in the crease
Cause I reached my peak young in the streets

That's a seven syllable rhyme scheme. Pretty impressive

ohh thats dope ish thank brah

[freakjasp]

Naa let me keep going, C4ing, We blowing
Up you better be detouring if we touring
then she snoring cause he boring
Shorty need a refund bring it back
And when it comes to me she pre-ordering
and reordering and reordering
And I be ballin and I'm free falling
and I sleep out of that pussy
And when she calling
I don't answer
But she keep calling and keep calling
And we ballin like we ballin
As a matter of fact like street ballin
We evolving, They dissolving

[cmotany]

This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
Dark as a falcon Lord help him but y'all felt him
That make you a part of me and pardon me
If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
Doing recording me or just actin accordingly
I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
Handlin streets in the mandarin V
I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece
Not two fingers I simultaneously bang two bangers
You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
What you need, get you crack get you weed
Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
Daddy tried to ruin it
But I built this building from the ruts
I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
They handle all my pharmaceutics
I got it from promethazane to metamucil
I'm crucial don't mean to spook you
But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
So the things just move through
I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dont hate the game hate the institution
That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka