Weezyisms

I'm bored, and obviously procrastinating. In lieu of doing my usual facebooking, I'm opting for something far more spiritual: a lyrical excavation of Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr's approach to the game of life.

Some might wonder, "Why are you so obsessed with Weezy?" I guess it's true, there's nothing pro-feminist/womanist or pro-queer (minus his whole kissing-Baby-and obvious homoerotic steez). His is an unconventional kind wisdom. See below:


On everlasting love:
I wouldn't care/
if you was a prostitute/
and you did every man/
that you ever knew/
as long as that was/
way before me and you/
girl.
-- Prostitute Fling

On self reflection:
I've flushed out the feeling/
of me being the shit/
'cause I was leaving skid marks/
on everywhere I sit
-- Lollipop remix

On creativity:
I don't know what you on/
but I'm on some new shit/
while your bitch is on my dick/
like a glue stick
-- Kush

On The Perils of the Game:
I know the game is crazy/
it's more crazy than it's ever been/
i'm married to that crazy bitch/
call me Kevin Federline
-- I'm Me

On heartache:
Give me back my girl/
and you give me back my life/
See this is just a nightmare/
so I blink twice/
open up my eyes/
hoping she'll be in my sight/
i remember the time/
i wish i could bring it back/
what she means to me/
is what i mean to rap

On musical legacies:
I attack before/
you begin to react/
i'm from the dirt where the Beatles/
and john lennon be at
-- Help

On vulgarity:
it's no problem/
baby i still got 'em/
it's just a victory lap/
baby, i'm just joggin'/
and i ain't even out of breathe/
the mothafuckin' best yet/
sorry for cussin'.
-- Best Rapper Alive

His Game:
And guess what?/
My daughter wants another/
sister or brother/
and you lookin' like a mother
-- Receipt