“Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna” Get it?! Brilliant. The ceaselessness of the allure of Wayne lies in his and his lyric’s paradoxical nature. Just who is this guy? What does he really stand for? He intrigues so much with the catchy and shrewdly clever lyrics that the listeners delve to figure out the meaning of each line of his songs. Then they begin to wonder just what it is they figured out about the song as a whole and how does each line relate to the song in its totality? Just what is it that he is trying to say?
IN the end I think part of the allure and brilliance of his music is that on one hand he isn’t actually saying anything when you look at each song in its totality, there isn’t a clear message he is giving, he pushes spoken language and grammar syntax and symantics to such a limit where it almost implodes on itself. He pushes and exploits the nature of comprehension and language to explore spoken, and spoken vs written language and its structure itself. His lyrics liberate language. He incorporates random words and lines of thought that seem to be there simply to accomplish a rhyme or other poetic or rhythmic structure, but the amazing thing is they actually add to the content of the song.
He utilizes all kinds of figurative descriptors including onomatopoeia. Notice the “pu” rhymes with too which illustrates how he intuitively and creatively constructs the lyrics.
got a sign on my dick that say “bad bitches only”
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
man I’m on that patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
here the silencer could refer to the woman who is sucking his “gun” (dick) and spits the cum out making the “pu” sound.
“Suck my clip, swallow my bullets and don’t you spit uuuuuuuuuuP.”
Here “clip” sounds similar to clit. And a gun is an overt reference to a penis especially considering he follows by saying there are bullets (semen) coming out. He makes the gun into a sexual object representing of ultimate masculinity and power, orders one to suck it (almost as if begging for mercy), and horrifically finishes the line, as if it’s not gruesome enough, by demanding that they don’t “spit [the bullets/come] up,” which is an overwhelmingly dominating and degrading image.
Nevertheless each of these at once random and poignant lines drifts his consciousness into other fields of thought from which he pulls subsequent lines that have a connection to the previous ones. We get to examine the way a brain handles and operates via language (sign system) in all of its idiosyncrasies and unexpected and other times expected connections between words. Listening to Wayne is like examining someone’s raw drifts of consciousness in real time. This is as unexplainable as the mysteries of the way the human brain works and why it makes the connections that it does.
In some songs he delivers loving thoughts about a special girl he is in love with. In other songs if not the consequent verses, he completely reject his capacity to love “love is in the air I put on a gas mask.” Or even one line to the next, “This rap game, I got my hands around this motherfucker/Yeah I said game but I ain’t playin’ around this motherfucker” His contradictions reveal the complexity of his philosophy, and make him interesting—you can’t quite figure him out from what he says. Yet it all flows naturally, there is logic and each line or verse makes sense. As one listens to his music, one gets lost in it–in the sense that our comprehension of his words and syntax is moments behind his delivery of them, and in the sense that we are lost wondrously in the stream of conscious rhythmic delivery. In the end, the larger meaning of parts, and the whole amount to everything and nothing in the same song. It is at once larger than life, and trivial. I think this is a defining characteristic of great art. It takes you on a journey that continues to make you wonder without arriving at a definite conclusion, yet you enjoy the ride, and you feel like you’ve learned something. But in the end whatever you were looking at can from another perspective be completely trivial. Sort of like the way Pollock’s work can be interpreted as simply a masturbatory documentation of a moment; as nothing of substance, yet on the other hand has inspired countless interpretations and puzzled people for decades.
The biggest reason that his music is a masterpiece is its resemblance of the essence of the greatest things in this world. It is the essence of what it means to be, and to exist. Everything in this world is simultaneously infinitely interesting and significant, yet at the same time meaningless; (completely the opposite). The success of this element of his music is largely attributed to his incredible natural sense of flow—which is essential for a convincing rap song. His thoughts are merely pouring from his mind and out his mouth, and yes he permits even ones that make you wonder where they came from. It feels as if he doesn’t even censor or edit them. This is something that 3rd rate rappers like Drake just can’t master.
His constant contradictions and paradoxes keep us on the edge of our feet and listening and wanting to hear more. But he does not have a clear agenda. He doesn’t lecture and preach. Only in his worst songs does it feel that he simply wants to literally tell us his agenda.
I don’t think it’s legitimate to dismiss his lyrics as immature, or the majority of what rappers talk about as immature or unworthy of critical contemplation and philosophical discourse. For example, this is a big philosophical question:
“I’m crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy?”
–I Can’t Feel My Face
It’s about identity, and the ethics of perusing an identity if it is not considered normal. He’s takes a third person point of view disassociating himself from himself in the second part of the line referring to himself by his name.
Another contemplative question:
That’s too explicit, but why you listenin’? (Set this stage on fire)
Invitation to challenge him/double meaning:
Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me (Army Gunz)
In “We takin’ over” remix he talks about family (daddy, Birdman) and how loyal he is to him. He is owes his achievement to his father/mentor/supporter: Birdman.
“Who said I’ll be the one? Just my daddy.
Hello Hip-hop, I’m home, it’s your daddy.”
In previous lines as in the majority of the song he gives praise and thanks to his daddy (Birdman), and then throws in the line above, “hello Hip-Hop, I’m home, It’s your daddy. The genre of Hip hop has been personified as a “bitch,” by hip-hop artists, (the most famous of which was Common in “I Used to Love H.E.R.”). So here Wayne addresses the mother, hip-hop, telling her that he has arrived and also alludes to the fact that possibly he gave birth or re-birth to hip-hop. That it’s now his daughter, or his bitch, depending how you interpret the meaning and syntax.
Also ends the song creatively saying “my flow just grew legs and walked out,” and the music cuts out sharply surprising the listener.
These are just a few of my favorite example of his lyrics, but really there are countless others. What sets Wayne’s lyrics apart from other rappers is that they don’t allow you to easily come to terms with what he means; they are not literal, and oftentimes they can be interpreted in various ways.