New Music Fridays: LC ‘Talking To Me’

So, what’s the word, good people? Welcome back to this New Music Fridays thing of ours, son! Now, I know I’m supposed to be releasing music every two weeks, but two weeks ago was Thanksgiving, man. Needless to say, I wasn’t going to do any significant work while digesting all of the food I shouldn’t have eaten. In any case, I’m back with “Talking To Me,” my new song. As always, the song can be streamed/downloaded on SoundCloud and streamed on YouTube. With that being said, let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, fam. LC out.

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A Thank You Post To My Readers

So, I’m going to keep this post reeeeeally short today, son. Basically, I want to give a shout-out to everyone who reads this blog, man. Being real, I have no idea why anyone pays attention to my random ramblings. However; I’m super appreciative for all of the support, fam. As of right now, thanks to everyone out there, this has been the most successful year of my blogging career. Side bar, is this a career? I mean, all I do is talk shit online, bruh. Then again, plenty of people make a living doing the same exact thing. In any case, because of the love I’ve been getting, I’m hyped to keep the journey going, folks. With that being said, let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, people. Viva la internet thuggery! LC out.

Mase Got Cam’ron

Now, anybody who knows me knows that I am a MASSIVE Cam’ron fan. I mean, if anyone is a fan of my music, then they owe Cameron Giles a huge thank you, son. Real talk, a large part of the reason I rap the way I do is directly because of Killa Cam. In any case, I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t objective, man. With that being said, his rap battle with Mase didn’t work in his favor, fam. All in all, when it comes to their beef, Mase got one up on Cam, bruh.

Ok, when it comes to the tumultuous history between these two men, where do I start, son? So, the squabble between these dudes has been going on for damn near two decades now. On the real, I’m not going to explain the entire situation because it would take too long and because Google exists, man. In any case, they were friends, some shit happened, Mase became a preacher and they’ve been throwing jabs at each other ever since. Keeping it a buck, I thought this feud was dead until I heard “It’s Killa” on Cam’s The Program mixtape.

So, on that particular track, shit goes left from the first lyric, fam. In the first verse, Cam tells a story about how he saved Mase from getting ran up on by some dudes while stuck at a girl’s house. Now, for his troubles, Mase allegedly gave Cam $100. Needless to say, Cam wasn’t happy and decided to no longer fuck with Mase. In any case, that situation combined with some other hood shit caused Cam to question everything about Mase’s character. I mean, if we’re being real, people have been questioning Mase’s character for years now.

Moving on, I guess Mase didn’t want to let this shit slide. So, in retaliation, he released “The Oracle,” a full-blown diss track to Cam. On the record, he raps over the Jay-Z “Blueprint 2” beat, which Hov previously used to throw more shots at Nas. Anyway, over the course of four minutes, Mase goes hamburger on Cam. He talks about the time that Cam ran as Jim Jones fought Junior M.A.F.I.A. by himself in Rucker Park. He talks about the time that Cam got his chain jacked by Tru Life. Shit, he even alleges that Cam fucked his own sister (which was disputed because he doesn’t have a sister). All I know is, that track is brutal, bruh.

Fast forward a day, Cam came back with his own response. He put out “Dinner Time,” which was produced by The Heatmakerz, the longtime production crew for The Diplomats. Real talk, the beat is hard and Cam has some lines, but they don’t sting like Mase’s words do. Now, I wouldn’t say the song is trash, but it isn’t rough enough to counter Mase. Basically, as much as it pains me to say, Mase sonned Cam, man. Look, even though Cam is a musical hero of mine, I have to call a spade a spade, son.

In the end, I’ve got to give Mase his credit, fam. Listen, he may be a studio gangster/fraudulent pastor, but that dude could always rap, bruh. Ultimately, Cam picked a fight and didn’t deliver on the backend. By and by, this riff probably doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things. Hell, these dudes have already made up with each other on social media. So, what the hell do I know, son? All I can say is, I’m about to go listen to Purple Haze and scrub this shit from my mind, man. LC out.

I Blame The Music For Lil Peep’s Death

So, I won’t lie, son. I know almost nothing about Lil Peep, man. On the real, I can’t name an album, sing a hook or describe a beat, fam. However; I was aware of him because of my relentless pursuit of “the new” on music blog sites. With that being said, I was a little alarmed when I learned of his death, bruh. I mean, if early reports are true, then he might’ve died from a drug overdose. Now, if that’s the case, then I wholeheartedly blame the music for this shit, folks. All in all, waaaaay too much fuck shit is glorified in a lot of these songs.

Ok, before I continue, let me get one thing out of the way, son. Yes, I’m fully aware of the fact that questionable behavior has been perpetuated in music since its inception. Shit, when I was growing up in the 1990s, damn near every rapper claimed to be a Tony Montana-level drug dealer, man. However; we’re living in a time right now where drug abuse is the “coolest” thing to do, fam. Look, musicians have always done drugs, but I can’t recall another period where the exaltation is sooooo prevalent, bruh.

Now, if I’m being honest, I’m a part of the problem, son. Hell, I’ve stated multiple times that I’m a big Future fan, man. In any case, he’s one of the main proponents of this drug culture, fam. Like, he just had a Top 5 hit where the chorus talks about Molly and Percocet, bruh. If we’re keeping it a buck here, young kids are listening to and absorbing ALL of the shit, people! Real talk, Lil Peep was only 21 years old! He was CLEARLY raised in this drug-enthusiast era. Frankly, we all need to take responsibility for this shit, folks.

In the end, I’m not saying that artists should completely abandon their subject matter. On the real, if that’s the lifestyle they’re living, then I’d expect to litter their lines with references. However; everyone needs to be mindful of who’s listening to their records. Yeah, it’s easy to say that an artist isn’t a role model until they convince a child to do some wild shit, son. Ultimately, if we’re really going to talk about drugs, then we also need to talk about the downside, man. By and by, it’s all fun and games until someone loses their life, fam. All I can say is, Rest In Peace to Lil Peep, bruh. LC out.

P.S. The dude was on a track called “Overdose,” son. Shit, in my eyes, that’s enough to showcase the issue that I’m talking about, man. *Sigh* As a culture, we all need to do better and monitor the bullshit that we’re feeding to the next generation, fam. That is all.

New Music Fridays: LC ‘Pit Stop’

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you, without a dope beat to step to…” What’s the word, good people? Welcome back to New Music Fridays, son! Ok, I need to quickly apologize for missing my last scheduled date. Frankly, I had temporary writer’s block, man. On the real, I couldn’t come up with anything that I was happy with dropping, fam. In any case, I’ve finally got my shit together and we’re back to our regularly scheduled program, bruh.

Now, some people may recognize the title of today’s song. Previously, I released a different joint titled “Pit Stop.” However; I was never 100% happy with that beat, son. So, I decided to reproduce the track, make a new beat and write some new lyrics. With that being said, here we are, man. Per usual, everyone can stream/download the song on SoundCloud and stream the song on YouTube. Let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, fam! LC out.

Damn, Meek Mill

So, Meek Mill is in a world of shit right now, son. I mean, there’s no way else to cut it or slice it, man. On Monday, Meek appeared in court to face the music for violating his probation. Now, even though the prosecutors recommended no jail time, Judge Genece E. Brinkley had a different plan in mind. After overseeing Meek’s case from its inception, she appeared to be over all of the shenanigans. With that being said, she sentenced Meek to 2-4 years in prison as punishment. Damn, Meek Mill.

Ok, so the question is, how did he get here? Now, while I do think the sentence is harsh, Meek didn’t make any of this shit easy on himself. Listen, if we’re keeping it a buck here, he was constantly getting into some type of tomfoolery. Look, I see several news sources pointing to his recent arrests being the culprit. But, that’s only half of the story, fam. In reality, there were more underlying factors that contributed to Meek’s situation. Shit, let’s go through some of them, bruh.

First, he was arrested back in March for a fight at a St. Louis airport. To be fair, those charges were dropped, son. Then, he pleaded guilty to reckless driving in October after he recorded himself riding a dirt bike here in New York. Look, as a lifelong NYC native, I could’ve told him that was a bad idea, man. The NYPD has a strong disdain for bikes in this city. On top of that, he kept doing shows outside of Philadelphia, even though the judge specifically told him not to. Frankly, Meek and his team made it easy to helm him up, fam.

Now, with all of that being said, does he deserve 4 years in prison? Nah, I’m not co-signing that shit, bruh. However; we can’t front like he didn’t put himself in a bad spot, son. On the real, if I knew I had a judge like Brinkley, I would sit my ass down, man. Look, there’s no need to end up on the wrong side of the law if it could be avoided, fam. All in all, there’s already enough of us in prison, bruh. There’s truly no need to add to the numbers, folks. Especially not over some dumb shit, people.

In the end, this shit is wack because I’m actually a Meek Mill fan. Real talk, he’s never dropped a bad project, son. Ok, yeah, people had jokes during the Drake debacle and the breakup with Nicki Minaj. However; the music never suffered, man. Ultimately, I’m going to be playing Dreams Worth More Than Money, Dreamchasers 4 and Wins & Losses at ignorant levels, fam. *Sigh* He was on a fucking streak before this shit happened, bruh. By and by, that’s all we’ve got until he’s free again. LC out.

B.o.B Is The Dumbest Man Alive

All jokes aside, how many dumb ideas can one dude have, son? Look, in my eyes, everyone has to pick a thing, man. Like, we all should only be allowed to have one ridiculous belief, fam. For me, I believe The Rolling Stones are better than The Beatles, bruh. Yes, I know some people may think I’m insane, but no one can convince me otherwise. With that being said, rapper B.o.B is DETERMINED to have the most preposterous ideas, folks. First, he claimed that the Earth was flat. Shit, he even got into a beef with Neil deGrasse Tyson about it. Now, he’s claiming that slavery never existed in America. All in all, this clown can’t be fucking serious, people.

Ok, as I stated in the previous paragraph, Bobby Ray is alleging that slavery didn’t happen in America. So, he posted some bullshit on his Instagram page and proudly proclaimed that there was no slavery in his DNA. Furthermore, he wondered why we could find dinosaur bones but couldn’t find any slave ships. Now, outside of the fact that he’s insane, his fuckery bothers me for another reason, son. Look, if this clowncake did even the SMALLEST amount of research, he’d know that everything he’s stated has already been debunked. With that being said, let’s start with slave ships, man.

Now, in Washington, D.C., there’s a little Smithsonian museum called the National Museum of African American History and Culture. Essentially, this museum chronicles the entire history of Black people in the United States. Please note, I’ve written about this exact place on my blog before. Meaning, the virtues of this building have already been added to the zeitgeist. In any case, this museum has tons of valuable items on display, such as artifacts from slave ships that B.o.B claims don’t exist. As it stands, anybody can go to D.C. right now and see remnants of the São José Paquete Africa, a slave ship from Portugal.

Moving on, what confuses me even more is the fact that B.o.B is from the South. I mean, he can go to a bunch of different states and see a preserved plantation right this moment, fam. At the end of the day, there are millions of conspiracies, bruh. However; the existence of slavery isn’t one of them, folks. It just is what it is, people.

In the end, I don’t want to hear any more tomfoolery from B.o.B, son. At this point, I only need him to do one thing, man: give me Sevyn Streeter’s number, fam. I mean, that woman is fine as fuckity-fuck, bruh! In any case, Bobby needs to leave the happy dust alone and go back to making music that people actually care about. Keeping it a buck, he hasn’t really done that in a number of years, folks. LC out.