- published: 23 Mar 2016
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Patrick Lanshaw (born October 6, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wyte, is an American rapper from Memphis, Tennessee. He is a member of the rap collective Hypnotize Minds and owner of the independent label Wyte Music.
Growing up in Frayser, Lil Wyte discovered his rapping talent at a young age as he could rap Sir Mix-a-Lot's entire song "Baby Got Back" completely. He participated in freestyle battles at high school when he was in ninth grade. Lanshaw rapped with his friend "Lil Black", who inspired him to use the pseudonym "Lil Wyte" and write songs instead of freestyling.
Lanshaw dropped out of high school twice due to truancy. After the third time of dropping out, he went to a different school and eventually earned his high school diploma. Lil Wyte is now rapping for Hypnotize Minds, and also his own music label Wyte Music Including rappers such as Partee, JellyRoll & $hamrock. The Tennessee rapper is known for his high energy smoking tunes and also strong lyrical presence. Lil Wyte has worked well with other artists within his HCP and Wyte music label frequently with rappers Project Pat, Frayser Boy, Three 6 Mafia & ex-Hypnotize Minds rapper Lord Infamous but also with many other artists such as Insane Clown Posse, Josey Scott from Saliva, Dirtbag, Cutthroat, Lil Flip and Young Buck, Bubba Sparxxx & Georgia legend Pastor Troy. Lil Wyte has been included in many of Juicy J's singles such as songs Stupid High and I'm Gutta Bruh.
Drop Off
Rejection, all down the line
Perfection, gave my best every single time
Being left out, is so frustrating
Sick n' tired, of constantly waiting
My blood, my sweat, my tears, year after year
Constant failure, I can't bare, they don't care
No, no always no, without a fuckin' reason
I won't bend, I won't beak, just to fuckin' please'em
Failure is a good old friend
He beats you down, till you get up again
Disappointment, doubts, standing on a thin red line
Get up, get out, get going, or just resign
Deaf dumb blind, stumbling through the dark
No orientation, no senses, no point to mark
The constant drive, convinced I will success
Till the next decay, catches up to me
Cut from the team, objected, showed aside
A fist of broken dreams, emptiness, left behind
My blood, my sweat, my tears, year after year
Constant failure, I can't bare, they don't care
No, no always no, without a fuckin' reason
I won't bend, I won't beak, just to fuckin' please'em
Failure is a good old friend
He beats you down, till you get up again
Disappointment, doubts, standing on a thin red line