Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?

Lil wayne is nice niggaz, Dont hate. Maybe not the greatest yet but this nigga is nice.

Why would you pick a verse from a song that he didn’t came out on top. I guess you forgot Eminem part.

[Eminem]
See I’m a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain’t the case, see it’s a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady’s as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter – a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it’s easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while I’m wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water – no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I’m a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube – motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I’m just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I’m a muh’fuckin

Wayne is wack if he can not understand what the other peeps is saying in his own damn song.

I guess that syrup got him hearing other shit.

Well, I guess not everybody can pick up the diction, on the contrary most need to start reading the dictionary.

If you listen to line Jay telling Wayne to go farther go further, go harder, is that not why we came then why bother. That’s real if you in the game and not trying to go harder and further than the greats that did it THEN WHY BOTHER! IDIOT!! JAY STILL GOING OVER THE HEAD OF THE SO-CALLED “BEST RAPPER ALIVE” THIS NEXT JAY-Z VERSE IS FOR YOU:

[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers -
say that I’m foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I’m influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin
what I do through and through and
I give you the news – with a twist it’s just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade; you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring ‘em a lot closer to the block where they
pop toasters, and they live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over
Mommy’s knocked up cause she wasn’t watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he’s not around – now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin ’round
hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it?
I help them see they way through it – not you
Can’t step in my pants, can’t walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt