Victory Consistently

Wayne's rock music is an odd thing. It doesn't really appeal to me. Some songs are kind of catchy, but I it isn't a genre I would find myself listening to very often. That said, I can see huge potential for this sound on teenybopping little white kids. This is important for two reasons: 1) these are pretty much the only people who control whether CDs go multi-platinum anymore because their parents buy them as presents. 2) wayne's rock would be a "pop" music with more musical drive and talent behind it than your Jonas Bros or Miley Cyrus holla at mes.

But I really came here today to share this track with you:

Lil Wayne - No Quitter, Go Getter

It is not a rock song.

The fact that Wayne is still capable of dropping flows like these makes the world a better place. Now, I am not the type of person who transcribes lyrics, but after listening to this song a few times, I just had to see the words in front of me. Verse one is here for the sake of brevity, but the whole track operates at this level.

i’m goin for the goal.

my heart is in control.

my mind is on succeed.

and i am in the lead.

don’t buy into the schemes,

the science or stratege.

just giant n.u.t.’s

bring triumph and belief.

i’m reliant, or redeem,

never tired or fatigued,

never defiant to my team,

never lyin on da thing,

until i’m lyin on da thing

hooked to wires and things.

imma die as a king.

if i don’t do it now,

i’m gonna try it again,

and when i do accomplish it,

i’m gonna try it again.

i’m a riot—insane.

i’m a lion, my mane

hangs

down to my strings,

and they’re tied to the game.

i stay dry when it rains.

i’m tired of the fame.

got everything to gain,

and i’m proud of the pain,

the bride in the plain,

the wise and the strange.

denied by the same.

besides, we’re the same.

who’s guiding the train?

who’s flying the plane?

who’s driving the lane?

who dies when it bang?

who fires when it bang?

who lies in the aim?

two lives in the drain.

who cries when he sang?

you hide, but you can’t.

you high, but you ain’t.

i advise you to think.

you’ll find what you can’t.

revive what you taint.

survive what you bring.

supersize what you shrank,

the fries and the drank.

admired as a saint,

defined by my rank,

combined with my strength,

my time and my length.

imma iron out the kinks.

yes i’m on a rink,

and in the eye of a wink,

imma retire in a bank.

The song is also dedicated to Michael Phelps, which is great stuff, because I approve wholeheartedly of all of Phelps' post-Olympic recreational activities. Did you know he's writing a children's book?