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"OK, let’s get this straight: Fergie says “lady lumps” five times in a hit single and she’s America’s easiest water-cooler joke; Lil Wayne says it seven times and he’s the best rapper alive? It’s hard to swallow that rap’s milli-certified critics’ darling is the same MC who so confidently drops cringe-worthy puns every fifth bar (“I will never one, two, three, forget”); who rhymes words with themselves when he gets stuck (remember when we nailed Jeezy to the wall for this?); who raps in tautologies, inventing phrases that just sound like good punchlines because of his irresistible swagger (“Fly, go hard like geese erection”); who makes two “Macho Man” Randy Savage jokes on one album; who can’t even score one of the top-five best T-Pain songs in a short year (see Rick Ross, Ace Hood, Lil Mama, 2 Pistols, and Ukrainian pop star Ruslana). For all its brilliant moments, Wayne’s Tha Carter III is a schizophrenic mess. Granted, that’s part of its unique appeal, but in the two-and-a-half-year feeding frenzy to anoint Weezy the new king, critics are throwing out the baby with the purple drink, ignoring more conceptually sound—not to mention better—rap albums that dropped in 2008."

—Rap’s 2008 - Beyond Lil Wayne. I’m looking at you, Nundu. (Not hatin’, I’m enjoying some of the tracks off the album.)