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One of the better lyricists in the game, who decides to be an autotune whore:
"and I'm an MC, I move the crowd like Moses
Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses
Go against me and you'll be dead like roses
Spittin' at your head full of bread like toasters
Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap
And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack
But you see I keep it pumpin', yeah I got that heart back
So just call me Little Carter, or Little Cardiac"
Lil Wayne - On Luda's Last of a Dying Breed
Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses
Go against me and you'll be dead like roses
Spittin' at your head full of bread like toasters
Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap
And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack
But you see I keep it pumpin', yeah I got that heart back
So just call me Little Carter, or Little Cardiac"
Lil Wayne - On Luda's Last of a Dying Breed
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