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There’s no shortage of retrospective pieces about Lil Wayne’s artistic apex (roughly Carter I to No Ceilings, spanning 2004 to 2009) and the incredible volume of music that accompanied it. We know Weezy. We know he is one-of-one, that in the four-year career swell that defined Wayne, he reinvented the mixtape as a medium of expression. POW’s Abe Beame even wrote 4,500+ word exegesis on how Wayne forever changed the mixtape.

The internet is flush with pieces tackling Wayne’s music, but not the discourse surrounding his music. Remember: Lil Wayne’s creative peak coincided with the Golden Age of the Internet, a time when being online felt fun, especially if you were into music, culture, and Gawker comment sections. Lina Abascal’s excellent book on bloghouse, Never Be Alone Again, describes how the lawless uploads and downloads of this era led to music discovery shifting irrevocably online—precisely where the best parts of Lil Wayne’s discography resided.

From the beginning, Lil Wayne was closely linked to the music blogosphere’s nexus of writers, promoters, producers, and what we now call “content creators.” Posts from these tastemakers were all part of a listener journey that gently nudged users towards Nah Right’s Drought 3 download page. There was also plenty of coverage outside of blog rolls. Prestige print publications deployed their best talent to document the mixtape phenomenon with profiles, listicles, and parachute journalism from the frontlines of internet culture.

The reason so many music writers were enraptured with Wayne was that his wordplay demonstrated a literary wit. He was funny without forcing punchlines, playful without veering into parody. There was always an element of pleasant surprise with how a stanza might resolve itself. With mixtape Wayne, you knew the alchemic verses you were hearing were manifested on the spot, because nothing written could ever feel so effortlessly improvisational. (See: “I don’t write, I get high and ignite.”)

Coinciding with the release of Carter VI, I’ve compiled my favorite Lil Wayne content from the blog era. I opened the aperture as wide as possible to capture anything and everything that seemed relevant, from memorable album reviews to proto-podcast episodes to tasteful mashups. If it was on the internet and worthy of inclusion, you’ll find it here.



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Tom Breihan’s Status Ain’t Hood column at the Village Voice was one of the first bookmark-worthy music blogs, especially if you were a fan of street rap mixtapes and “Pitbull is better than Nas” hot takes. I read his output obsessively and specifically recall Tom’s prescient hype for Carter II-era Wayne, like this post from 2005:

[I]t would take a global apocalypse at the very least to make Lil Wayne the best rapper alive. But I’ve been finding myself looking forward to his guest verses more and more, especially after he annihilated Paul Wall with his insanely cold verse on the latter’s “March Now Step” (“I’m so New Orleans that I can’t hide / You know I’m cutting something; I’m spitting pe-rox-ide”). [
] His flow reminds me of a smarmy kindergarten teacher leading a classroom singalong of “Old McDonald”; it has a condescendingly patient smarminess, like he doesn’t mind taking the time explaining things that you’re too dumb to figure out yourself but he’s going to have some fun with you while he does this. His voice was always a naturally croaky high-pitched moan, but he’s learned how to toy around with it. I love this guy.

The post later references Wayne’s then-recent appearance on the cover of XXL, so it wasn’t like Status Ain’t Hood was the only outlet promoting the guy—but this was definitely early praise from the blog roll crowd.

Status Ain’t Hood was also one of the first music podcasts I listened to, and this was at a time when most “podcasts” were audio files you downloaded and then imported into iTunes. The episode about Mary J. Blige’s “Just Fine” remix from 2007 stands out because (a) this particular version of the song (with rapper Precise leading off) is not on any streaming services, (b) Tom exudes complete enthusiasm for Wayne’s exceptional guest verse, and (c) the next segment about Usher’s “Love in the Club” is also excellent.

Much of the Village Voice’s online content has disappeared, including, as far as I can tell, every episode of the Status Ain’t Hood podcast. I uploaded the YouTube clip above from an old mp3 file. Save everything, kids! The internet is dying.



“Do you have the mix tapes?” asked Michael, a sixteen-year-old ninth grader. “It’s all about the mix tapes.”

The following day, he had a stack of CDs for me. Version this, volume that, or no label at all.

And that’s just about all I listened to for the rest of the year.

David Ramsey spent a year teaching in post-Katrina New Orleans while obsessively listening to Lil Wayne, and then wrote this beautiful essay about the experience for Oxford American. The piece is structured as a mixtape with 25 snapshot vignettes that collectively capture the author’s relationship with his students and their music, culture, and community. If you were attuned to Lil Wayne discourse in 2008, you almost certainly encountered this essay, which predictably ended up in De Capo’s annual Best Music Writing compilation.



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The blog era is closely associated with mixtapes—think LiveLoveA$AP, A Kid Named Cudi, every We Got it 4 Cheap installment—but many of my favorite tracks from that period are total one-offs. Case in point: mysterious Swedish duo jj’s “my way,” a b-side mp3 released ahead of the group’s third album, 2010’s nÂș 3.

This is a definitive “only in the blog era” relic, as it brilliantly melds a Balearic groove with jj singer Elin Kastlander’s Ambien-infused vocals, and then tosses in Lil Wayne’s opening verse from Trina’s “Don’t Trip” and.. an unhinged Charlie Manson interview sample? There was no way this was going to get cleared for a proper album release, but it did numbers on Hype Machine.

Another winner: the TOKiMONSTA remix of “A Milli,” which filters Wayne’s vocals through a star cruiser’s deep space navigation system.



Today Sean Fennessey is an omnipresent personality across the Ringer podcast empire, popping up to opine about everything from the Criterion Closet to the Mikal Bridges contract to your least favorite Van Damme rewatchable. Flashback two decades, though, and dude had his ear to the streets compiling the greatest listicle of all time: Vibe‘s guide to the 77 best Lil Wayne songs of 2007.

Here’s the setup:

This year Wayne has hit his stride, releasing an almost unfathomable amount of music. It seems that every morning a new mixtape, freestyle, or feature has popped onto the Web, turning the mediocre meanderings of any number of artists into must-listens. Wayne does so easily, without ceremony over his craft or attitudinal tics – just a trust in his wildly malleable croak, a voice that has become unparalleled in recognizability, and an odd fascination with the absurd. Wayne calls himself an alien, raps in French, sings from his knees, plays guitar (badly), and records endlessly. Because he knows this is his moment. He is what he says he is: The Best Rapper Alive. Hear, hear!

What follows is a prime selection of mixtape Weezy, including every gem on Dedication 3 and plenty of Carter III outtakes. Nobody wants to hear this, but the Ja Rule collaboration “Uh Oh” is accurately ranked at number eleven. Wayne’s nursery rhyme-like delivery of “I will step on your building from the steps of my building” has been wedged in my head for the better part of two decades.



Sasha Frere-Jones was a patron saint of poptimism during the aughts, and his tenure as the New Yorker‘s music critic included memorable profiles of artists like Robyn and The-Dream, live concert reviews of Britney Spears, and early praise for experimental innovators like Flying Lotus. He also penned the famous “Paler Shade of White” essay about the distinct lack of soul in modern indie rock, which seemingly guilt-tripped Arcade Fire into recording Reflektor. (Devendra Banhart, alas, did not take his advice about borrowing R. Kelly’s vocal stylings.)

It felt important, then, when Frere-Jones turned his critical gaze to Dwayne Carter at the height of his pre-Carter III hype. The piece, naturally, included a comparison to Zimbo:

In four years, Lil Wayne has evolved from a fairly predictable Southern gangsta rapper into an artist who may actually deserve the bragging rights to “best rapper alive,” his current motto. His raspy, pixillated croak is as distinctive as Bob Dylan’s piercing Klaxon whine, and his music conveys the same sense of headlong propulsion that Dylan’s did in 1965. (Lil Wayne’s subject matter—drugs, women, and gunplay—is more typical of the blues songs that Dylan idolized than of Dylan’s own material.)

The profile concludes with a snapshot of Wayne’s recent concert at New York’s Beacon Theatre. It was right after this show, unfortunately, that NY police boarded Wayne’s tour bus and arrested him for possession of an unlicensed handgun. That charge eventually resulted in his eight-month incarceration at Rikers Island.



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This isn’t quite a top-tier Nardwuar interview (think N.E.R.D or Dee Dee from the Dum Dum Girls), but it’s got all the quintessential elements: a barrage of extensively researched questions, a grab bag of “where’d you find this?” gifts, a game-to-play-along interviewee, and presumably a publicist grinding their teeth just off camera. Over 12 minutes, Nard asks Wayne to “tell the people” about the following:

A Cheech & Chong vinyl record with rolling papers insert (a Nardwuar staple)
A Nirvana concert poster + Taking Punk to the Masses book
A Pimp Daddy Still Pimpin’ cassette from 1994
A King Lee! Tire Shop album recorded in the 9th Ward
Gregory D & DJ Mannie Fresh’s Throw Down album from 1987
The Showboys Drag Rap vinyl from 1986?
Rap Snacks potato chips

Wayne’s responses are punchy monologues that perfectly capture his relationship to the object and his encyclopedic knowledge of New Orleans rap. You learn more about the significance of the Triggerman beat in this interview than you would in a hundred Wikipedia or AllMusic deep dives.



Robert Christgau: journalist, essayist, “Dean of American Rock Critics,” confirmed Lil Wayne stan.

Christgau’s GeoCities-seque “Consumer Guide” website includes largely positive reviews for 18 Wayne albums, beginning with 1999’s Tha Block is Hot (“tough-guyisms so steeped in convention they disappear into the bounce”) and continuing through 2023’s Tha Fix Before Tha VI mixtape (“[A]lthough I understand why rhyming ‘esophagus’ with ‘misogynist’ and suggesting that his pubic hair can double as dental floss aren’t tropes likely to impress the few if any feminists who value his artistic gifts, in a grab bag like this they’re evidence of his continuing if intermittent creative vitality.”)

The review that stands out to me, though, is his Da Drought 3 encomium, in which he crowns Wayne the “best rapper alive,” praises his absurdist sense of humor and malleable approach to rhyming, and grapples with the very 2007 challenge of critically appraising a double-CD mixtape that “I now possess in two-and-a-half slightly different versions.”

(Also worth noting that Cristagau alone among critics recognized that 2020’s Funeral was Wayne’s “best [work] since No Ceilings.” He’s right. Go listen to “Mama Mia” pronto.)



Rolling Stone’s Mark Benelli and GQ’s Dave Friedman both profiled Lil Wayne in 2009 in the wake of Carter III’s blockbuster success, and both pieces are unsurprisingly excellent. Benelli captures a “hermetically sealed” bubble around the rapper and his entourage as he records Rebirth in a haze of weed smoke and nu-metal guitars. (“[T]he genre of rock Wayne happens to be emulating is a pretty awful one.”) SportsCenter is always on a widescreen television. Girls are always waiting in the wings. And Wayne’s every whim is catered to so that his artistic impulses can proceed unfettered.

Friedman is given far less access, but describes the same marathon studio sessions and copious drug usage. He gives special attention to the assorted handlers and assistants tasked with managing Wayne’s madness, which veers from endearing to menacing. “The only thing he really wants his money for is to be carried through life on a virtual sedan chair so he doesn’t have to do anything other than pursue his creative state,” Friedman writes. “But the world tends to resist. The smoother he engineers things, the more slight his tolerance for turbulence becomes.”

The Terry Richardson photos from the GQ piece are also fantastic. Richardson was a deplorable creep, granted, but the dude was a talented—if kind of one-note—photographer, and his shot of a shirtless Wayne with his eyes closed, inhaling a joint, finger gun to the side of the head is the definitive portrait of the artist as a young hedonist.



I remember listening to “I Feel Like Dying” in a haze late at night and feeling that I had developed a singular aesthetic and intellectual appreciation for Wayne’s work. Then I found Cokemachineglow’s review of Tha Carter III Mixtape. Over a breezy 1,400-word dialectic, Dom Sinacola perfectly resolves the contradictions between mixtape Weezy and album Weezy before going off on a tangent about John Stuart Mill, Mack Maine, and utilitarianism. I was both awed and embarrassed because it was clear my own fandom was unrefined.

This wasn’t a one-off essay, either. You can dig through the beloved music site’s archives and see that their bullpen of hungry grad students applied a methodologically sound mixture of historical materialism, Freudian psychoanalysis, and Moreyball-era advanced analytics to every major Lil Wayne release from Dedication 3 to Carter IV.



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The Hood Internet was a project from Chicago producers Steve Reidell and Aaron Brink. The duo’s mp3 blog featured mashup songs and mixtapes that blended vocals from flavor-of-the-moment rap songs over Urban Outfitters-approved indie, dance, and electronic tracks, so think “Dougie Vision” (Cali Swag District’s “Teach Me How to Dougie” over Toro Y Moi’s “Thanks Vision”) and “Go Hahahaha” (Das Racist’s “Hahahaha Jk” over The Cult’s “Go Outside”).

Let’s concede up front that the quality of these pairings varied, and there were plenty of combos that felt forced (“Ignition (1901 Remix)”) or cringe (“Just Wanna Dance Yrself Clean”). But the best Hood Internet tracks cleverly fused the strengths of the source material into something fun and fresh. Case in point: “Stuntin’ Like Black Rock,” which brought Birdman and Wayne’s decadent braggadocio into orbit around Blackrock’s 1972 garage rock gem “Yeah, Yeah.”

Reidell and Brink chop up the instrumental so much that it’s not a 1:1 “mashup” in the traditional sense (think “Stroke of Genie-us”)—it’s more like a sample-heavy remix. There’s a level of craftsmanship here you didn’t always find in the blog era: Note the little piano build-up from 1:10 to 1:17, the beat fade at 3:38, the percussive vocal stabs throughout the verses.

Now compare this track with Girl Talk’s lazy ass treatment of the same “Stuntin’” material on Feed the Animals, the most front-to-back garbage album of the aughts. At no point does the Wayne a cappella remotely align with Edwin Starr’s “War,” “SinĂ©ad O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares 2 U,” or whatever other classic rock radio shit Greg Gillis tries to cram in there. (If any music publication wants to “rescore” their Feed the Animals review, Pitchfork-style, I’m willing & eager to do the take down.)



He takes the stage clad in a black turtleneck. His famous line is, “Green is the new red, white, and blue.” Tonight, and other nights, he is paid tens of thousands of dollars to perform. He spent a year touring America, adding China for good measure. When he returns home, he lands in an 11,400-square-foot house.

He’s not a rock star, although his life resembles that of one. He is Thomas Friedman, author, newspaperman, star commenter.

So begins a Columbia Journalism Review article that could only have been written in 2008. The author posits that journalists seeking Friedmanℱ levels of fame should borrow promotional tricks from rock star musicians.

Lil Wayne’s mixtape success, for instance, embodies the “Free Culture Method” that writers should emulate by “[giving] away original material on their blogs.”

Conversely, struggling journalists could adopt Kid Rock’s “Atavist Strategy” and ignore digital content altogether. Instead, focus on building audiences who “are not used to going on the Internet, at least for now, but do go to Wal-Mart.”

No matter which route you choose, the author encourages you to at least pretend to have an “interesting [personality]” and act a little “larger than life.”



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Kyle Kramer already wrote 800+ perfect words about this freestyle for Vice back in 2017 as part of his one-man “Year of Lil Wayne” series, which anyone who’s made it this far into this article should absolutely check out. Let me just note that, (a) like all great Rap City freestyles, the theatrical elements elevate the performance as much as the bars, and (b) the instrumental (Collie Buddz’s “Come Around”) is an awkward fit, but it’s interesting to hear how Wayne adjusts his delivery to make it work.

You also have to remember that while YouTube now feels like the infrastructure of the internet, back in the day it seemed remarkable that someone would record a Rap City freestyle and upload it to this weird video site where it could be disseminated and dissected.



Carter III was a commercial triumph, moving more than one million copies in its first week on its way to becoming the best-selling album of 2008. But mixtape obsessives weren’t happy. Outside of choice bars on “A Milli,” “You Ain’t Got Nuthin,” and maybe two other cuts, there was nothing here that captured the manic energy and improvisational genius of that magic Dedication to Drought 3 run.

The music that followed was even worse: Autotuned guest verses on Top 40 pop hits (may we never hear “and honestly, I’m down like the economy” again), assorted Young Money features, and the underwhelming Dedication 3. The creative well seemed dry, and the artist seemed distracted—understandably so, given that he was facing the aforementioned prison bid on a gun possession charge.

The blogerati, meanwhile, had moved on to Freddie Gibbs, Curren$y, and Lil B.

And then No Ceilings dropped on October 31, 2009, and everything was right in the world again. This was Godhead “I am the beast” Wayne, vibrating on some divine frequency / prescription-grade Codeine and ethering other rappers’ beats with virtuosic displays of wit (“Lock the CEO up; and I’m the CEO—fuck”), humor (“she ride my dick like she cycling / then she can’t walk, run, or jump like white men”), and flow (the entirely of “Swag Surf”).

Even the Nah Right comment section critics seemed convinced:
“This will restore the lost faith in Weezy and hopefully it’ll be enough for me to forgive him for those Rebirth tracks”
“I am NOT a wayne stan
BUT THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE?”
“lol at this dude throwing shots at hov 6 years later”
“Gotta respect this guy’s work ethic”

Well, not all of them:
“That ‘I gotta feeling’ track can fuck right off though

Alas, the creative force that animated No Ceilings seemed to dissipate durin Wayne’s stretch behind bars, and it took several years and numerous terrible albums before the spirit revived. (I don’t know if you’ve tried to listen to Carter IV lately, but outside of the lasagna joke it’s truly awful.) Nothing, though, can detract from the brilliance of No Ceilings, a worthy coda to an unprecedented period of artistic vitality.


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