Lil Wayne had the best verse of 09 safe to say?

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Monizzle;539861 said:
song came with engergy but not the best verse of the year

Pick any cassidy mixtape verse

Jay Electronica any verse from exhibit C

Jay Z verse 3 already home

and so many more verses

plus ems verse on the same song was better

that first verse wins this award in my humble opinion
 
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milehightoker;541895 said:
that first verse wins this award in my humble opinion

its because its actually telling a story and speaking bout some real shit.That's why the exhibit c is so powerful. Everyone wanna talk too much money cash hoes but nobody wanna spit on whats real anymore. Metaphors about how much money you got or bitches you fucking is starting to get played out and wayne a culprit of overdoing that what happend to the hustla music wayne? What happend to the BMJR wayne?
 
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Nah I wouldn't say that. I'm not hating at all, I'm a wayne fan but I think Em got him on that track.
 
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fltransplant;545595 said:
I think it's safe to say Wayne will never have a "top verse of the year".

I Think that was a stupid comment.....bt wit that said jay last verse on "thank You">>>>>>09
 
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Niggas forgot CLII came out last year huh? These two gems were on there.

They found a two year old, strangled to death

With a "Love Daddy" shirt on in a bag on the top of the steps

Police blowing niggaz, NARCs and judges

Me and son had beef, I had to murk him, we supposed to be brothers

Cause he came home fronting, feeling like that I owe him something

Cause I'm getting money, drive a little something something

Renee got AIDS, with five kids smoked out

House is brick, bills haven't been paid in days

A Brooklyn man's a molestor, court case and the crime's raising

SWAT stickers on the church, they Satan

Holiday season is here and I'm vexed

Who the fuck made Christmas up? I'm fucking broke, it ain't making no sense

Newports are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the meat rack

She's back, thirty days, she relapsed

Our troops need to leave Iraq

And rap niggaz need to go on strike so we can get more cash

Cause... - Ghostface on "Cold Outside"

My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer

My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller

I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger

But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder

My chances for appeal, getting slimmer

My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner

See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (have mercy)

I done seen weak niggas not last a year, so before lights out

I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite

And say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights

I pray they sleep safe through the night

Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels

But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room

Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs

I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear

(have mercy) - Beanie Siegel on "Hav Mercy"

With these and others that have been mentioned, it's safe to say Wayne wasn't seeing anywhere near the top as far as verses go.
 
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Brother Ali off Wale's 2nd Time Round

Rappers can't clap me

Jackers can't gat me

Original meaning of Jazzy Fat Nasty

I don't bite rapper's lines, I bite the captain's arm off

I don't throw shots in the air, I throw that Molotov

Cocktail, reservoir dog my collar off

Y'all scared to get that revolution popping off

You really got the guns you claim in the track

Then my question to you is who you aiming em at

You complain that the rap police caught you with a gat under the seat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

But little old me with the few facts that I speak

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

And y'all are soundscanning like a hundred more than me

They kicking you off tour for freaking a chick or two

Verizon dissed me too 'cause I was too political

Y'all are all safe and shit, y'all are not saying shit

You just snap your fingers and dance and make your label rich

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

This is your chance to say something and you're wasting it

People are starving, you talking bout balling

Can't think of nothing more important than that jargon

Hundred different ways to describe diamonds sparkling

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

I heard that statistic I almost cried

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

What the fuck happened to rap when

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

It ain't my place to say and I hear all that

But fuck that, I live in the hood and we need y'all cats

So as soon as I hear y'al on some real pro black

Then I will gladly go back to my emo rap

They say the truth don't belong to nobody, if you see it you speak it

It would be a sin to keep it a secret

So if I need to breathe then believe that I mean it

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

We ain't buying CDs, we striving to live

And these artists don't need me they already rich

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Rappers can't clap me

Jackers can't gat me

Original meaning of Jazzy Fat Nasty

Busy raising babies and living on tour

Signing off Brother Ali, sincerely yours
 
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my fav verse prolli aint da best but still tight

Do what I done without crying in the environment and what ya'll did it in without dying my n-gga,

Rap like I rap without lying and then tying both together like iron my n-gga,

Write 16's in between running 16 businesses,

All the while showing these young punks what the business is,

As if I'm gonna let you n-ggas style on me,

As if,

Now everybody senile on me,

Go back to boonback,

Remember those button ups,

Young Hov,

Tell them ordinary Joes button up,

I destroy your 4 points O's

And Benz 500 and all points to Ohhhh,

Now you n-ggas 'memba me,

How you forget, back to johnnys album cover,

Red and blue Gucci sh-t,

Ain't nothing changed but the year it is,

I think I have to send you a reminder here it is,
 
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