songs where Wayne shows his technical ability?

[MORO551]

I colored them different because they are multi-syllable rhymes, i used the same color for each rhyming word, so car's the latest and bars the greatest can't be all red because there are two different words rhyming there car's the latest
My bars the greatest, that's just my way of doing it

oh, aight then

[jhoya101]

i think he showed some of his best rhyming ability on glory

[cmotany]

Uh, hit you with no delaying, so what you sayin’ yo?
Niggas ain’t paying, so I just been laying low
I’m all about famo like Marlin Brando
My bitch go commando, I’m in commander
I hit you with ammo, quick as a Lambo
I play with her pussy hole like flipping channels
And my bitches is too live like Luther Campbell
And I’m spitting this shit though like I chew tobacco
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yay
I’mma kick a nigga in his mouth, MMA
I’mma stick the semi in his mouth, kissy face
I’mma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
I’mma get the white and put it out, Em and Dre
I’mma fuck her sisters and her mom, Kim and Ye
They respect all my artistry like Hemingway
And they respect all of my martians, that’s why they give me space
Motherfucker I know you see what’s up in my hand, so what you sayin’ woe?
Cause I put yo’ fuckin’ brains all on the dashboard
You not in my fuckin’ lane you on the crash course
And if you feelin’ froggy, leap, I’m kidnapping yo’ tadpoles
I can’t remember the bitch name I fucked after my last show
When I say my cash low, I’m just telling a bad joke
Long hair, don’t care, no shirt like Fabio
Little nigga dreadlocks with a dick with an afro
Woo-hah, I got you all in check
I make her ooh-ah and now she on my breath
I’m with my Goombah, we ridin’ on your set
And we can shoot out till it’s quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace, I pray he rest
Bitch I’m groundbreaking and I’m taking baby steps
I’m about to bust a rhyme, nod yo’ head and break ya neck
I’mma kill these motherfuckers, you ain’t dead? Fake ya death
I ain’t playing, I’mma hit you with no delaying and I ain’t paying hoe
I come through me and my woes looking like Camp Lo
This is it, what? Luchini falling from the sky
Let’s get rich, what? Boy I been rich since ’95
Where you been boy?
Money talks and I’m about to send a invoice to them boys
Yeah I’m tired of this bullshit, I’m wilding, I’m too lit
I aim at yo’ toothpick, leave yo’ brains in yo’ boo tits
Yeah, I’m tied up with feds, put some guap on yo’ head
Now they can’t find your body like a sock in the bed
This is it boy, you done dug yourself a hole
That’s a pit boy, that’s where I shit boy
Uh, type of a nigga that will slap you with the tooley-o
It ain’t about what you smoke, it’s about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody yo, he real moody yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won’t be viewable
When Tunechi come through the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Ay do you really wanna party with me? In squad we trust
Puffin’ on that stuff, eyes lower than Connie Chung
They don’t fuck with us cause they know that we not the ones
Boy we got them guns, scare the holy shit out the nuns
Yo it’s Young Money my nigga, you know we ’bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so nigga know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi

[Lil wayne prezident]

Uh, hit you with no delaying, so what you sayin’ yo?
Niggas ain’t paying, so I just been laying low
I’m all about famo like Marlin Brando
My bitch go commando, I’m in commander
I hit you with ammo, quick as a Lambo
I play with her pussy hole like flipping channels
And my bitches is too live like Luther Campbell
And I’m spitting this shit though like I chew tobacco
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yay
I’mma kick a nigga in his mouth, MMA
I’mma stick the semi in his mouth, kissy face
I’mma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
I’mma get the white and put it out, Em and Dre
I’mma fuck her sisters and her mom, Kim and Ye
They respect all my artistry like Hemingway
And they respect all of my martians, that’s why they give me space
Motherfucker I know you see what’s up in my hand, so what you sayin’ woe?
Cause I put yo’ fuckin’ brains all on the dashboard
You not in my fuckin’ lane you on the crash course
And if you feelin’ froggy, leap, I’m kidnapping yo’ tadpoles
I can’t remember the bitch name I fucked after my last show
When I say my cash low, I’m just telling a bad joke
Long hair, don’t care, no shirt like Fabio
Little nigga dreadlocks with a dick with an afro
Woo-hah, I got you all in check
I make her ooh-ah and now she on my breath
I’m with my Goombah, we ridin’ on your set
And we can shoot out till it’s quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace, I pray he rest
Bitch I’m groundbreaking and I’m taking baby steps
I’m about to bust a rhyme, nod yo’ head and break ya neck
I’mma kill these motherfuckers, you ain’t dead? Fake ya death
I ain’t playing, I’mma hit you with no delaying and I ain’t paying hoe
I come through me and my woes looking like Camp Lo
This is it, what? Luchini falling from the sky
Let’s get rich, what? Boy I been rich since ’95
Where you been boy?
Money talks and I’m about to send a invoice to them boys
Yeah I’m tired of this bullshit, I’m wilding, I’m too lit
I aim at yo’ toothpick, leave yo’ brains in yo’ boo tits
Yeah, I’m tied up with feds, put some guap on yo’ head
Now they can’t find your body like a sock in the bed
This is it boy, you done dug yourself a hole
That’s a pit boy, that’s where I shit boy
Uh, type of a nigga that will slap you with the tooley-o
It ain’t about what you smoke, it’s about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody yo, he real moody yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won’t be viewable
When Tunechi come through the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Ay do you really wanna party with me? In squad we trust
Puffin’ on that stuff, eyes lower than Connie Chung
They don’t fuck with us cause they know that we not the ones
Boy we got them guns, scare the holy shit out the nuns
Yo it’s Young Money my nigga, you know we ’bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so nigga know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi

crazy.

[mode]

Uh, hit you with no delaying, so what you sayin’ yo?
Niggas ain’t paying, so I just been laying low
I’m all about famo like Marlin Brando
My bitch go commando, I’m in commander
I hit you with ammo, quick as a Lambo
I play with her pussy hole like flipping channels
And my bitches is too live like Luther Campbell
And I’m spitting this shit though like I chew tobacco
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yay
I’mma kick a nigga in his mouth, MMA
I’mma stick the semi in his mouth, kissy face
I’mma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake
I’mma get the white and put it out, Em and Dre
I’mma fuck her sisters and her mom, Kim and Ye
They respect all my artistry like Hemingway
And they respect all of my martians, that’s why they give me space
Motherfucker I know you see what’s up in my hand, so what you sayin’ woe?
Cause I put yo’ fuckin’ brains all on the dashboard
You not in my fuckin’ lane you on the crash course
And if you feelin’ froggy, leap, I’m kidnapping yo’ tadpoles
I can’t remember the bitch name I fucked after my last show
When I say my cash low, I’m just telling a bad joke
Long hair, don’t care, no shirt like Fabio
Little nigga dreadlocks with a dick with an afro
Woo-hah, I got you all in check
I make her ooh-ah and now she on my breath
I’m with my Goombah, we ridin’ on your set
And we can shoot out till it’s quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace, I pray he rest
Bitch I’m groundbreaking and I’m taking baby steps
I’m about to bust a rhyme, nod yo’ head and break ya neck
I’mma kill these motherfuckers, you ain’t dead? Fake ya death
I ain’t playing, I’mma hit you with no delaying and I ain’t paying hoe
I come through me and my woes looking like Camp Lo
This is it, what? Luchini falling from the sky
Let’s get rich, what? Boy I been rich since ’95
Where you been boy?
Money talks and I’m about to send a invoice to them boys
Yeah I’m tired of this bullshit, I’m wilding, I’m too lit
I aim at yo’ toothpick, leave yo’ brains in yo’ boo tits
Yeah, I’m tied up with feds, put some guap on yo’ head
Now they can’t find your body like a sock in the bed
This is it boy, you done dug yourself a hole
That’s a pit boy, that’s where I shit boy
Uh, type of a nigga that will slap you with the tooley-o
It ain’t about what you smoke, it’s about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody yo, he real moody yo
I tell him no bullet folks, he still do it tho
They give you a funeral, you won’t be viewable
When Tunechi come through the door, them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party with me?
Let me see just what you got for me
Ay do you really wanna party with me? In squad we trust
Puffin’ on that stuff, eyes lower than Connie Chung
They don’t fuck with us cause they know that we not the ones
Boy we got them guns, scare the holy shit out the nuns
Yo it’s Young Money my nigga, you know we ’bout to bust
And everybody armed, more armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups, so nigga know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust
Tunechi

whats really special to me about this rap is the references.. nods to uncle luke, busta rhymes, odb, camp lo.. then going ricki lake, em and dre, kim and ye, and then hemingway??

marlon brando and connie chung?

[WeEeEeEzZzZyYy]

whats really special to me about this rap is the references.. nods to uncle luke, busta rhymes, odb, camp lo.. then going ricki lake, em and dre, kim and ye, and then hemingway??

marlon brando and connie chung?

but no one listens to lyrics anymore like that which sucks

thats why ppl be saying these trap rappers are better than wayne

[Thomas321]

Hit Em Up first verse the arm rest, um yes, own mess is so dope.

Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi
We don't even hear ya, Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess,
don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you niggaz is harmless I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be) Costa Nostra,
don't ever approach him Don't get close to him
Shoot I don't say nothin but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood
'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to


After doing this its even better than I remembered

[Tunechi Lionches]

1:46 until the end of the verse.

16 YEARS OLD


edit: someone embed for me plz. im on my phone

[Lucifer]

1:46 until the end of the verse. 16 YEARS OLD edit: someone embed for me plz. im on my phone

goat

[thabx000]

Told yall is definitely a gem because wayne ddnt really experiment with fast rapping. when he did, it was dope as fuck

[cmotany]

Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne... from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame... from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain stain... burn like rubber on tha streets (Screech!)
If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me
Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E. I pullin' ego, my nigga, so ain't no playin' me
Yeah, I may be... a lil' small and all that
But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that
Now freeze! Me and my g's hitchyour hood like fleas
Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's
Please, tell me that you was fulla weed
When you said you want beef
'Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed
I know what tha hell it be
Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak
I be ten-deep
Lettin' 223's chop trees
Rabbit told me not ta be weak, and let a nigga play me
So he... who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth
Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G.
Open niggas like keys G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB
Or Steve's... CMB's make tha scene off tha heez
All ya'll beef-b's be deceased when we ride... g's!

[cmotany]

[Lil' Wayne] Look,Look Lets get the choppers we gettin ready to blow out the town
Keep everythang on the hush and dig the dope from the ground
We show up around things so we snow up the town
We go to cheat,couldn't eat and about go for an ounce
Leave us gettin down,we gettin then you know we going clown
Sip moette,crystal and sheat nigga we blow by the pound
We got the Big Tymers in here and they holdin it down A
nd Cash Money,Hot Boys we controllin it now
Say "Uh-Uh"
I know you done heard me got them thangs they cut raw
We lettin them birds flip they wing and fly "WHA"
Slim and Baby put me down wit a hundred
I get the fast money
I work for Cash Money
"HUH" y'all niggas can't come like dis I said "HUH"
We guerillas nigga 226 nigga what its about time
You feel my team CMB-the new American Dream believe that



[Lil' Wayne]
They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'
A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead
But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
That's how I play it I don't hold back
I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
Nigga feel played then ya fuckin get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
Now BLOCKA nigga get off me