Joe Budden Can Still Rap His A*s Off!

Ok, ok, ok, let’s get all of the common Joe Budden narratives out of the way, son. He’s irrelevant, he’s a one-hit wonder, he’s a crackhead and he’s a woman beater who only dates video models. Did I nail all of the social media digs against him? Ok, good. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I must say, I’ve always been a Joe Budden fan. I know, I know, people think I’m in the minority here. However; if folks would get past the words of Twitter and Instagram trolls, they’d realize something easily noticeable: that man can rap his ass off. With that being said, his new album, Rage & The Machine, is exactly what I wanted to hear from this dude.

Now, when I say I’ve always been a Joe Budden fan, I should probably provide some context. I started peeping his skill back when he used to rhyme with Fabolous and Paul Cain on DJ Clue mixtapes. As a matter of fact, it was this particular freestyle that made me a fan. When homie said “I get around, like to travel, like to move my pivot,” I was sold, son. I mean, I’m an East Coast dude, man. We’re all about the punchlines, something that’s painfully missing from Rap right now. In any case, after hearing all of the freestyles, hearing “Focus,” and ultimately, “Pump It Up,” I had to buy his debut album. That’s right, I purchased his debut album, son. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? Moving on, on that album, I used to rock out a lot to “Pusha Man” and wax poetically with my bro Fabian about the virtues of “10 Mins.

So, before I bore everyone out there about my unceasing fandom, it’s safe to say, I’ve been there for the entire ride. I’ve been there for his shelved second album, The Growth. I’ve been there for the Mood Muzik mixtape series. I’ve been there for the Slaughterhouse lyrical exercises. Simply put, I’ve been there, man. However; as much as I enjoy the “emo” records he’s known for these days, he seemed to forget about being the punchline juggernaut he came into the game as. With that being said, Rage & The Machine came along at the right time. With araabMUZIK cooking up nothing but heat on production, the original Joey is back. Needless to say, I’ve been running this album back a lot since it came out on Friday. As of right now, my favorite track on the album is “Idols.” I mean, they flipped a Tevin Campbell sample, son. Tevin Campbell, bro… Exactly.

All in all, people can say whatever they want to, man. I have no problems with giving an artist their just due. While I can’t forgive Joe for his fuckery on Love & Hip Hop and have a few questions about his checkered history with women, I’m still a fan of his lyrics. At least that part of him is infallible, son. Good day.

P.S. Drake took a shot at Kid Cudi while he’s in rehab, but ain’t want no static with Joe. Sucker shit, son. I’m out.

Drake Is A Certified Clown

So, let me start this post off by saying I’m a fan of Drake’s music. While I believe his Views album is nothing more than weed plate material, when it comes to his overall discography, I rock out with most of Drake’s records. Now, I feel like I needed to give that disclaimer because any time someone criticizes someone else, they’re automatically labeled a “hater.” With that being said, after hearing the bullshit he said about Kid Cudi on “Two Birds, One Stone,” Drake is looking like a real bozo to me right now. As a man who’s very recently written about mental illness, the fact that Drake would poke fun at Cudi’s situation says A TON about him. All I know is, I’ve lost a lot of respect for him because of this.

Ok, yes, I know Cudi dissed Drake first. Hell, I even wrote about that situation on this blog too. However; at some point, we all need to be responsible. Even though Cudi technically drew first blood, once the entire situation was put in its proper perspective, Drake should’ve let this silly feud go. Frankly, to me, it doesn’t matter when Drake recorded the song. If he recorded it BEFORE he knew about Cudi’s issues, he should’ve kept that record to himself. If he recorded the song AFTER he knew about Cudi’s issues, then he’s a pure asshole, man. Either way, there was a much better way to approach this circumstance and Drake did NOT do the right thing.

Now, I may be getting ahead of myself here. Let me actually tell everyone what Drake said about Cudi. During his extended verse on the aforementioned song, Drake uttered the following words:

You were the man on the moon,

Now you just go through your phases,

Life of the angry and famous,

Rap like I know I’m the greatest,

Then give you the tropical flavors,

Still never been on hiatus,

You stay xanned and perked up,

So when reality set in you don’t gotta face it.

Really, Aubrey? Fucking really, man? Just from reading these lyrics, it seems very apparent that he was aware of Cudi’s illness and wrote this on purpose. So, that basically makes him a worthless piece of shit. I mean, where are his people, son? No one in the studio told him this was a sucker move? Mental illness isn’t a fucking punchline, man! On the real, since he’s the biggest rapper in the world, I bet he just figured his fans would ride with his fuck shit. However; as social media is currently showcasing, people aren’t cool with his stance here. Even if he has a legitimate gripe with Cudi, there are so many other angles to take. He could talk about Cudi’s music. He could talk about Cudi’s strained relationship with Kanye West. Shit, he could even talk about how Cudi’s show, How To Make It In America, got cancelled years back. But nooooo, Drake decided to be a dick and kick a man below the belt. What a fucking clown, son.

In the end, I simply can’t respect what Drake did here. This is Rap music, son. Rap music, bro. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not that serious, man. However; mental illness is serious. Making jokes about someone’s well-being is not what real men do. Then again, what can I expect from someone who’s made an entire career out of being the male version of Taylor Swift? I’m out. Good day.

Anderson .Paak Is The Truth!

To be real, I don’t have much time to write today, son. The Man has his foot on my neck right now, bruh. In any case, I still wanted to give some shine to a dude I’ve been listening to for some time now: Anderson .Paak. While I’m still giving repeated spins to his Malibu album, he just released his new album Yes Lawd! with beatmaker extraordinare, Knxwledge. Together, they form the group NxWorries. So, everyone should do themselves a favor and peep the new record that dropped today.

Now, I don’t want to be the “I was up on that artist first” guy, but I’ve definitely been listening to Anderson since he went by the name Breezy Lovejoy. I first got hip to him through his collaborations with Tiron & Ayomari. Side note, if anyone isn’t familiar with the names I just mentioned, as Fredro Starr would say, “do your Googles.” In any case, Anderson has been dope for a while and it’s awesome to see an artist like him get his just due. Shit, he was just on Ellen, son. Ellen! With all of that being said, the good folks out there can check out some of his music below. Do the right thing, man. No “mumble rap” over here, bro. Unless it’s Future. Good day.

An Unabashed Love Letter To Solange

Getting straight to the point, I love Solange Knowles. I’ve actually always loved Solange Knowles. For anyone who thinks I’m lying, just ask my fiancée. I’m sure she’s convinced I’d leave her for either Solange or Tina Knowles. Shit, both women could get it, son. In regards to Mama Knowles, I luh the cougars, bro. In any case, when it comes to music, I’ve actually enjoyed Solange’s records a lot longer than Beyoncé‘s. Side bar, I pray to God the BeyHive doesn’t massacre me for uttering that. With that being said, I do acknowledge that Bey’s last two albums are fucking flawless. But, with the release of A Seat at the Table, Solo has effectively released an album that’s at least on par with her sister’s greatest work.

Now, to be real, I’m not going to write a real review of her new album. At this point, there are too many think pieces about the record to even count. All anyone needs to do is hit up Google and find whatever type of commentary they want. For example, the good folks over at Pitchfork wrote a review that I fuck with. They understand the greatness that is Solo. In any case, I’d much rather talk about the fact that Solange finally made an album that fully encapsulates the personality she’s showcased over the years.

If anyone’s familiar with her interviews or her social media presence, it’s safe to say that Solange doesn’t hold her tongue. She’s not afraid to speak about issues that affect her, her family, women or the Black community. Hell, when it comes to family, even her brother-in-law could get it, son. Jay-Z may be the greatest rapper ever, but he can still catch these hands, bruh. Moving on, with every record she’s released, Solo Star notwithstanding, she’s inched closer to the artistic statement I believe she’s always wanted to make.

From “T.O.N.Y.” on Sol-Angel and the Hadley St. Dreams to “Lovers in the Parking Lot” on her True EP, the ingredients that would eventually comprise her new album were already visible. This time around, with the assistance of Raphael Saadiq and an incredible cast of musicians, she’s fully unlocked the code. So, it goes without saying, every song on this album is my fucking jam, son. As of right now, if I had to pick a favorite song, “Don’t Touch My Hair” is the wave, man. Outside of her contributions, special guest Sampha can do no wrong, in my eyes.

All in all, if anyone hasn’t listened to the album yet, stop being a fucktard and do the appropriate thing. Also, as a side note, Solange’s husband better do right by her, son. Otherwise, I’ll be waiting in the cut to pick up the pieces. Hopefully, my lady didn’t read that last sentence. Good day.

The F*cked Up Psyches Of Kid Cudi & LC

So, while I don’t often divulge information about myself, the latest news about Kid Cudi has inspired me to open up. Honestly, any time I hear stories about depression and/or suicide, it hits close to home for me. With that being said, I’m glad to see Cudi be proactive about his mental health. Ultimately, I just wish more of us in the Black community will do the same.

Now, reports came out earlier this week about Cudi checking himself into rehab. Going further, he cited depression and suicidal thoughts as the catalyst for this move. This particular story came on the heels of him lashing out at Kanye West and Drake, in conjunction with reports about the threats he made to his daughter’s mother. While I originally joked about the rap beef portion of all of this, it’s clear now that Cudi is truly having issues at the moment. At this point, I feel like someone such as myself should’ve seen the signs.

To be clear, I’m personalizing this because I understand what Kid Cudi is feeling. While our lives may be very different, the mentality is not. Keeping it 100, I suffer from clinical depression. In addition, when I’m at my low points, I also have issues with alcohol. Unfortunately, I’ve used booze as a coping mechanism for my mental state at various times. To be truthful, I’ve had two really dark patches in my life: my junior year of college and the first year of my oldest son’s life. During the former time period, I was dealing with family (daddy) issues, living conditions back home, failing a couple of subjects and being at odds with my former girlfriend. During the latter time period, I was unhappy with my career, struggling as a new dad and at odds with my then-girlfriend/now-fiancée. In both scenarios, I was a very destructive human being. While the people around me loved me, they couldn’t necessarily help me out of my despair.

To that end, I don’t think the Black community talks enough about mental health. Until this day, I don’t believe my mother even believes I suffer from depression. I mean, damn what the doctors say, right? Honestly, I’ve heard the phrase “man up” from more people than I’d like to admit. With everything Black people have to deal with in this country, we don’t give each other the space to not be ok. Fuck it, though, man. Sometimes we are NOT ok. No one should ever be afraid to admit that. The only way to truly improve a situation is to first acknowledge that it even exists. So, hats off to Kid Cudi for doing that. I’d much rather him take this action than spiral out of control. He’s way too young to implode.

In the end, I want everyone reading this to be honest with themselves. I want everyone to ask themselves “am I alright?” If the answer is no, there’s no need to panic. There are therapists to talk to and medicine to take, only if necessary. Ultimately, the sooner we all know how we’re really doing, the sooner we can figure out where we’re really going. Good day.

Paris OD’d On Kim Kardashian

Listen, I’ve never been a fan of the Kardashian family, but wow, son, Paris completely stepped out of bounds. The newly unearthed story of Kim Kardashian’s robbery is so wild, it legit sounds like some movie shit. Honestly, I’m confused as to how something so bonkers could happen to someone at Kim’s fame level. I have so many questions, man. So many damn questions. Let me see if I can talk my way through this.

First, for those who are unaware, Kim was robbed of $10 million worth of jewelry at a Paris hotel. Now, on face value, when I hear a story like that, I automatically think someone got lucky by stealing a suitcase or something. However; in this case, the situation was WAY more dangerous. Apparently, a couple of gunmen dressed up like police, put the pistol to the concierge and made him take them to Kim’s residence. From there, the gunmen tied Kim up in a bathroom and ran off with her shit. Like, I didn’t make up any part of this story, son. That’s actually what’s being reported, man.

All I want to know is, where the fuck does this type of shit happen, bro? Where was her security? Why wasn’t the security at the hotel better? Look, it’s entertaining to make fun of the Kardashian family, but this ain’t the time for jokes, man. This really could’ve been a hazardous scenario. Do we even know if her kids were with her at the time? So many loose ends to tie up, no pun intended, though.

Ultimately, I don’t really have much else to say. Nobody deserves to face that type of potential violence. On the real, armed people need to be around celebrities at all times. No one can ever guess when some overzealous fools might try to reenact some nonsense they saw in a Quentin Tarantino film. At this point, I’m just looking for a simpler time when I could make fun of the Kardashian’s for being media whores. This type of incident is way too real for the streets they reside on. Everybody needs to be safe, though. Word to Taxstone. Good day.

P.S. Like my homegirl LeShay said, this story better NOT end up on Kim’s reality show. This ain’t the type of shit that should be exploited for ratings. Then again, that family put Lamar Odom‘s issues on blast, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised if it does. All I know is, I agree with my fiancée: that stolen jewelry is waaaay too hot for the theives to be able to safely lay low. I hope it was worth it, son. I hope it was all worth it.

Who Pissed In Kid Cudi’s Cereal?

Man, what would Twitter be if it wasn’t a venue for celebrities to lose their shit in a barrage of 140 characters? Honestly, ain’t that the best part of following public figures on social media, son? With that being said, I’d like to thank Kid Cudi for throwing all types of shots at Kanye West and Drake yesterday. While I’m not sure who rubbed their nuts on Cudi’s Corn Flakes, I’m absolutely here for the show, bro. Now, let’s get to it.

Now, I have to be honest, son, I don’t know where to start with this story. This is mainly because it has so many layers and they’re all hilarious. So, apparently, Cudi stubbed his toe on a staircase bannister and then decided to fire off some tweets. At first, Cudi spoke in generalizations about artists who consider themselves Top 5 despite having “30 people” write for them. He continued to wax poetically about how the “fake ones” won’t last and he even used my favorite word in the universe: fuckery. Now, even though he shouted out artists like A$AP Rocky and Travis Scott, he made it perfectly clear his derision was aimed at Kanye and Drake.

While I have no idea what these two dudes did to Cudi, he firmly declared the notion that neither one of them care about him. In his mind, they only needed him when he had something to offer them. Furthermore, he believes they only kept him close because of how “powerful” he is. Look, it sounds like a bunch of BFF beef to me, but I can’t fault a man for feeling the way he feels. However; that doesn’t mean I can’t laugh at how emotional these tweets are, bro. I mean, let’s be real, Cudi did the same thing on Twitter that Kanye does on a regular basis. At this point, Kanye is Regal Ruler of Random Ranting and Rambling. No wonder him and Cudi were friends for so long, son.

With all of that being said, there was NO way word was going to get back to Kanye without a response. During his Saint Pablo tour stop in Tampa, Yeezy decided to respond to his former protégé. After a flurry of comments like “I birthed you” and “don’t never mention Ye name,” Kanye expressed being hurt because he was the first one to be called names for wearing skinny jeans. Ok, he didn’t necessarily say that was the only reason he was upset, but c’mon son, he literally brought up wearing skinny jeans first. So, a former mentee airs him out and that’s one of the first things that comes to his mind? I swear, Kanye is one of the funniest human beings on the planet, son. Any man that can mention skinny jeans and Malcolm X is adjoining sentences is a genius, bro.

In the end, can’t we all just get along, man? Look, I’ll give Cudi his credit, son. While I’m not his biggest fan, I’m well aware of the wave he started. He was a driving force behind Kanye’s 808s & Heartbreak, which essentially created Drake’s whole aesthetic. So, yeah, his influence can’t be denied. However; I don’t see how this ends well for him. I mean, regardless of what Cudi puts out musically, I doubt it can harm the reign of Drake and Kanye. In case he forgot, they’re the two biggest rappers on the planet. And no, this isn’t up for debate, son. They just are. It is what it is, bro. Good day.

P.S. I know Drake responded to Cudi too, but I can’t help but shoulder shrug, son. Once again, he takes shots onstage, but he probably ain’t got no bars for Cudi. Until then, miss me with the jokes. I’m out.