So my girlfriend and I decided that we need a vacation. In debating where to go, we could have picked the normal hotspots for Ohio folk: Florida, Vegas, Wal-Mart, etc. In the end, we chose New Orleans. (Apparently my “You’ll love the food down there” argument worked perfectly…she is planning on a weekend of eating Cajun food and I’m planning on a weekend of drunken debauchery on Bourbon Street) That’s right, New Orleans, the birthplace of my idol, Lil Wayne.
Lil Wayne is the best rapper alive, which is a fact Weezy will make sure to remind you of on nearly every mix tape song he puts out. Tupac is the greatest of all time and someone I grew up listening to, and Eminem was my favorite during my high school/early college years. But for the past few years Weezy has been the man. (I was never a big fan of Jay-Z; he always has catchy songs but I was never wowed by his actual rapping skills…plus he stole Beyonce from me.) But the difference between Tupac/Eminem and Weezy is that the former sing about inner turmoil and you can actually feel their pain. Wayne is just crazy. He consistently makes me laugh; in fact, he’s probably the only rapper that has ever made me laugh repeatedly. He throws out random sports references in his lyrics (Eric Bienemy, Steve Largent just to name a few), claims to actually eat other rappers and consistently makes hilariously outrageous comments like: Bitch I’m paid/That’s all I gotta say. That comes from “Stuntin Like My Daddy,” but the genius of it is that it’s the very first line, and he in fact says a whole lot after it. My all-time favorite lyric of his comes from his amazing Da Drought 3 mix tape: When I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins/ That aint got shit to do with this but I just thought that I should mention. Now this comes in the middle of a verse talking about how adept he is at dealing drugs and all that fun stuff, and out of nowhere he starts talking about Gremlins.
I could go all day talking about his lyrics (The rap game is crazy, it’s more crazy than it’s ever been/ I’m married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federlin), but I’ll just end with this: I’m extremely excited about my trip to Lil Weezyana, and it’s not because of the jambalaya.