What’s good, brethren? On this episode, Randi B. and I were back on Facebook Live talking about my album (Mastermind by L. Charlemagne), parenthood, the COVID-19 vaccine and the presidential election. It evolved into a conversation that included a variety of other topics. Check it out on YouTube below. Yessir!
My album is out! I repeat, my album is officially out! After months of letting my OCPD run amok, the day has finally come, son. Real talk, I’ve made music for years upon years. But, this is the first time that a project of mine sounds exactly like what I heard in my head. So, what else needs to be said, brethren? Head on over to Spotify, Apple Music, Tidal, Pandora, YouTube or wherever you get your music. I truly appreciate the support and I’ve got some visuals on the way. Let’s go!
So, let me keep it a buck, son. On the real, if anyone’s ever read this blog, they’d know that I’m not a big fan of LaVar Ball. I mean, from his consistently outlandish statements to those Big Baller Brand sneakers that some supporters still haven’t received, Ball is often on the wrong side of the news cycle. However, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give credit where credit is due, man. The fact of the matter is, the fucking guy did it, fam. As of today, all three of his sons are in the NBA.
Ok, for those who missed it, as of yesterday, all of the Ball brothers are officially in the league. So, as we all know, Lonzo is holding it down with the New Orleans Pelicans. In addition, LaMelo was just chosen as the 3rd overall pick by the Charlotte Hornets in this year’s NBA Draft. Now, the middle brother, LiAngelo, just signed a one-year non-guaranteed contract with the Detroit Pistons. All in all, my opinions on LaVar don’t matter right now. This is a fucking feat, bruh. In a three-year span, all of his sons have reached the pinnacle of professional basketball. Real talk, I stand by everything that I’ve previously said, but the three brothers have successfully worked themselves into this position. With all of that being said, salute to them, brethren.
In the end, there’s nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, the Ball family should be ecstatic right now. By and by, getting one family member in the NBA is an accomplishment. Shit, getting two family members in the league is astounding. But, getting three family members in is otherworldly, man. At the end of the day, I’m objective enough to recognize a dope thing when I see it, fam. So, congrats to the Ball conglomerate. For real. That is all. LC out.
So, to the best of my ability, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. The fact of the matter is, Nate Robinson went fucking night night, son. I mean, Jake Paul made Robinson do his best Manny Pacquiao impression, man. All in all, even though Paul has only fought once before, it was CLEAR that he was savvier in the ring than Robinson. The way I see it, Robinson needs to go work on his shooting percentage and leave this boxing shit alone, fam.
Ok, for those who missed it, Nate Robinson, a former NBA player, got slept on the undercard of Mike Tyson versus Roy Jones Jr. Now, on a night that also saw Badou Jack return to his winning ways, Robinson took on Jake Paul, a well-known YouTuber, in the penultimate fight. Side bar, Tyson beat Jones. Fuck a draw, bruh. In any case, despite having no previous experience, Robinson thought that he could get one off on Paul. Well, he was wrong as shit, brethren.
The fact of the matter is, Robinson was done before the end of the second round. Oddly enough, Paul only connected on about eight of his power punches. But, he managed to drop Robinson three times. With all of that being said, that last knockdown is why we’re all here. Like, look at that pic above, son. Shit, I KNOW a dude is finito when he doesn’t even brace himself for the fall. All I know is, Robinson kept rushing Paul with his hands down and paid for it every time. For God‘s sake, he got dropped with the same right hand thrice. THRICE, man!
In the end, I hope this teaches everyone a valuable lesson. Ultimately, I’m a firm believer that a lot of folks think they’re better fighters than they actually are. By and by, athleticism doesn’t guarantee fighting ability. At the end of the day, Robinson learned this the hard way, fam. Anyway, everyone can watch some of the highlights here. That is all. LC out.
So, it actually happened, son. Somehow, Swizz Beatz and Timbaland convinced Jeezy and Gucci Mane to appear on Verzuz. Somehow, two (formerly?) mortal enemies occupied the same space for a “celebration of music.” All in all, I’m not really here to review the battle, son. To me, the winner is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, if someone values chart hits, then Jeezy was the winner. If someone values hood classics, then Gucci was the winner. In any case, I’m actually here to discuss the tension in the room. All I can say is, I understand Gucci Mane.
Ok, for those who missed it, the battle between Jeezy and Gucci set all kinds of Instagram records. From what I understand, this was far and away the most watched Live on the platform. Anyway, during the show, it was VERY clear that Gucci had a different type of energy than Jeezy. Shit, while Jeezy was being a reserved and dignified veteran, Gucci wanted ALL of the smoke, man. Because of this, social media was split over Gucci’s behavior. While half of the internet praised Jeezy and ridiculed Gucci for being “childish,” the other half understood where Gucci was coming from.
Real talk, I see both sides, fam. On one hand, I’m all for Black men in America promoting peace and ownership. The way I see it, these ideals are especially important in our current climate. With that being said, I’m not down for any violence amongst ourselves. Now, on the other hand, I definitely empathize with Gucci. Like, what would people do if they had to stand in a room with someone who potentially put their life in danger? Hell, people argue in comment sections all day but expect Gucci to act like Gandhi? Nah, bruh.
Now, for those who aren’t familiar with their history, let me explain. Basically, the beef between Jeezy and Gucci was VERY real in the mid-2000s. So, after squabbling over royalties from their song “Icy,” both artists took a lot of verbal shots at each other. This included Jeezy putting a $10,000 bounty on Gucci’s chain in his song “Stay Strapped.” From there, Pookie Loc, a homie of Jeezy, and three other men setup Gucci at a stripper’s house and tried to rob him. During the altercation, Gucci grabbed Pookie’s gun and killed him in self-defense. Moving on, to make a long story short, Gucci’s beef with Jeezy almost cost him his life.
With all of that being said, I absolutely understand why Gucci would still have hostility towards Jeezy. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure that I’d be level-headed enough to do the show. So, I honestly believe that Gucci deserves credit for even participating. On the real, if a dude was involved in a plot against me, then he can eat a couple of verbal insults.
In the end, I’m just glad that there was no violence. Like I said before, those type of shenanigans aren’t needed in this climate. Ultimately, outside of the tension, the show was a moment for Atlanta and a moment for Hip-Hop. By and by, I fucks with both of their discographies, bruh. At the end of the day, let’s applaud them while they’re here. Now, excuse me while I go play Jeezy’s “Do The Damn Thang.” That is all. LC out.
What’s good, brethren? On this episode, Randi B. and I were back on Facebook Live talking about the presidentialelection, Eva Longoria, Jeezy and Gucci Mane. It evolved into a conversation that included a variety of other topics. Check it out on YouTube below. Let’s go!
So, we’re finally here. After four years of NONSTOP SHENANIGANS, Donald Trump is about to lose his job. Now, even though we’re still waiting on the final tally from Georgia and North Carolina, Joe Biden already has enough electoral votes to become the President-elect. However, regardless of the inevitability, Trump is refusing to go quietly. Then again, I can’t say that I’m surprised, son. I mean, I never expected Trump to accept his fate. But, if there’s one thing that I know, fake news can’t save him, man.
Ok, for those who’ve been living in a bunker, Joe Biden has been elected President. Now, as it currently stands, Biden has garnered 290 electoral votes, 20 more than the 270 needed to secure the win. The wild part is, we still don’t have the total numbers from GA and PA. In any case, if the current trend continues, the final count will be 306 electoral votes for Biden and 229 electoral votes for Trump. By comparison, the difference in electoral votes would match the number that Trump reached to defeat Hillary Clinton in 2016. All in all, America said fuck youuuuu and go hoooooome to President Orange.
Now, despite the obvious loss, Trump is trying to do what he’s done his entire Presidency: lie. Without any substantiated evidence, he’s out here claiming widespread voter fraud and his supporters are eating it up. For the most part, Trump believes that mail-in voting is the devil (despite the fact that the GOP has long-benefited from the practice). Funny thing is, in Trump’s world, fraud only happened in the states where he lost. What are the odds, huh? Like, this is the same man who wanted everyone to stop counting votes in states where he had a lead and keep counting votes in states where he was trailing. On the real, it’s just shameless tomfoolery, fam. The problem is, his gullible fan base simply accepts whatever he says, bruh.
In the end, Donald Trump just needs to face the music, son. Ultimately, this is one time when his spin tactics won’t work, man. By and by, math is undefeated, fam. At the end of the day, his denials are right on brand, bruh. Shit, when it came to COVID-19, he denied science for the entire year. Of COURSE he would deny math now. Womp womp. You’re fired, bitch! LC out.
So, like I always say, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. Essentially, I don’t want to hear shit about polls, son. Real talk, I don’t think people have learned anything from the 2016 Presidential Election. Now, if anyone needs a reminder, here’s how it went: right up until voting day, Hillary Clinton was leading Donald Trump in basically all of the national polls. Well, we all know how that story ended, man.
With all of that being said, don’t talk to me about Joe Biden‘s lead in the national polls right now. The way I see it, this is the same false sense of security that individuals had four years ago. Frankly, I don’t give a flying fuckity-fuck about what a small faction of Americans said in a poll. One, they could be lying their asses off. Two, these folks aren’t representative of the entire country. So, throw all of these cotdamn polls in the garbage, fam.
In the end, everyone needs to just go out and vote, bruh. Ultimately, until we actually submit our ballots, all of this auxiliary talk is for the birds, son. By and by, I’m sure everyone already knows how I feel. At the end of the day, we need to get Trump’s goofy ass the fuck up outta here, man. VOTE! That is all. LC out.
So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, Black people really annoy me sometimes on social media. Like, I swear, we pick the STUPIDEST fucking topics to argue over, man. Shit, with all of the REAL shenanigans going on in the world, Birkin bags are the reason for a civil war? All I know is, this bag debate has showcased a number of problematic ideals, fam. The way I see it, our priorities are ALL fucked up, bruh.
Ok, for those who missed it, a faction of minorities are arguing about Birkin bags on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. Now, thanks to celebrities like Cardi B, Offset, Saweetie, Quavo, Yaya Mayweather and Queen Naija, there’s a sentiment going around that if men aren’t paying their women’s bills and buying them gifts like Birkin bags, then those dudes aren’t worth their salt. Furthermore, any statements to the contrary is a sign that these aforementioned men are “broke.”
Now, before I continue, let me preface this conversation. Listen, I’m a married man who’s been with the same woman for 12 years. With that being said, I have no idea how much money I’ve spent on her. Hell, I have no idea how much money she’s spent on me. Anyway, I pay bills, buy gifts and do plenty of things that men are “supposed” to do. But, in reality, my wife is my equal and we just do what works best for us. In my eyes, too many people online are adhering to gender “rules” and don’t actually understand what it takes to be in a relationship. Instead, their just playing a role to appear a certain way to other people on the internet.
Look, if a man can afford to buy his woman an expensive gift, then do it. No harm, no foul, brethren. However, it’s this “expectation” that throws me off, son. Like, my lady was with me when I was down and she’s with me when I’m up. I was with her when she was down and I’m with her when she’s up. Real talk, we mutually benefit from each other’s success. Frankly, she adds value to my life that can’t be monetarily measured. So, I have no issue buying her whatever she wants. But, I simply don’t believe in anyone dropping money JUST to secure someone else’s presence. Man or woman, everyone should have to prove their worth, man. And by worth, I don’t mean “net worth,” fam. All I can say is, money can’t buy a strong foundation. Plain and simple. Funds absolutely help, but there’s A LOT more to making a union work than that. Then again, I guess some people would rather “cry in a Phantom.”
Also, I want to talk specifically about those Birkin bags. Now, do Black people realize that Hermès makes these bags? The same Hermès that wouldn’t even allow Oprah Winfrey in their store back in 2005? For God‘s sake, we minorities LOVE cozying up to predominantly White companies that don’t give two shits about us. The truth is, this company does not deserve the publicity and THIS much of our attention. The sad part is, we never get this passionate about Black and Brown-owned brands. All in all, this conversation is a disserve to us in more ways than one.
In the end, there’s nothing else that needs to be said, man. Ultimately, the Birkin hoopla needs to die, fam. By and by, most of the people who are arguing can’t even afford the damn bag, bruh. At the end of the day, there are WAY more important topics to consider, son. With that being said, go vote, brethren. That is all. LC out.
So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’ve been SUPER M.I.A. lately, man. I mean, between family, work, finishing my album and my general disinterest in the current state of politics, I haven’t been inspired to write, fam. In any case, I couldn’t let this moment pass without giving a shout-out to my wife, Triciah, and Alanna, our extended family. The ladies are starting a podcast called Loc’d & Lit.
Ok, as the name suggests, the podcast will be a celebration of literature, women of color, locs and everything in between. For the time being, everyone needs to follow the ladies on Instagram at @locd_and_lit. Once their website is up and running, I’ll let everyone know. Once they start dropping episodes, I’ll let everyone know. Shit, behind the scenes, they’re already handling things more professionally than I do.
In the end, nothing else needs to be said, bruh. Ultimately, I’m hyped to see this thing take off. By and by, Black women owning their own narrative is the wave, son. Let’s get it! That is all. LC out.