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Don't ask me if I like Lil Wayne! And don't tell me he's the greatest rapper alive. His shit is weak!...Yeah I said it! Money, flossin, sell records, swagger, stacks blah blah blah blah blah....same shit different rapper. Same terminology, same rhyme scheme, same shit everybody else talks about. He's not complex like you all say. Fuck! Aesop Rock is complex! I don't know half the shit he's talkin about! Please don't bring him up again in any hiphop debate with me because I'll tell you the same shit! Oh yeah here are his lyrics for "The Best Rapper Alive". You kidding me. LOL! Lil' Wayne - Best Rapper Alive Lyrics [Verse 1] Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_ It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach Yumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a lil bulky You look a lil salty have ya' self a chill coffee Chill out the girls is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy I got paper to reel in God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond And I hope you catchin' on to every line Who am I? [Hook] The Best Rapper Alive [4x] Swagger right (check) game tight And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x] Swagger right (check) game tight And you should be afraid be very afraid [Verse 2] The heart of New Orleans Thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin' Stealin' and feedin Peelin' and leavin' Killin' and grievin' Dearly departed erased deleted No prints no plates no face no trace Out of sight out of mind No court no case Sell his chain celebrate block party second line Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras Shorty bounce body rock Now he drop now he got Family cry tell the feds tell the cops Smell the rat comin' back to the house To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat (Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kids Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam! Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up Just call me [Hook] [Verse 3] Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs (whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me Fuck Em! Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard Fuck who? Fuck 'em all (yeah) like dat jus like dat I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+ The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac You can't see me baby boy you got dat catorax I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat Its no problem baby I so got 'em Its just a victory lap baby I'm jus joggin' And I ain't even out of breathethe motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing Who? Wow! That was absolutely incredible! Here's your typical Immortal Technique verse just for some side to side comparison... Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave two million people in prison keep the government paid stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave i was made by revolution to speak to the masses deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin' your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion your better off banging for twenty points for a label your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels Technique chemically unstable, set to explode foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets you see what I mean....im gonna touch on this for the last time. Stop asking me if I fuck with Lil Weezy cuz I DONT! He can go kiss Baby in lips again for all I care!