T.I. Is Out Here Wilin’

So, I won’t lie, son. As a father myself, I generally try not to judge how other people parent their children. However, muhfuckas be wilin’ sometimes, man. With that being said, I have to call T.I. out on his tomfoolery, fam. Look, I understand wanting to “protect” our kids from this wild ass world, but T.I. did the most of the most, bruh. All in all, homie doesn’t need to be bugging out at his daughter’s gynecologist appointments, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it, T.I. recently said some wild shit on a podcast. So, while sitting down with Nazanin Mandi and Nadia Moham from the Ladies Like Us show, T.I. told the ladies that he accompanies his daughter, Deyjah Harris, to her yearly gyno appointments. Now, if that’s where the sentence ended, then maybe I wouldn’t look at him with The Rock eyebrow. However, T.I. specifically said that he goes with her, even as of her 18th birthday, to verify that her hymen is “still intact.”

Look, just in case anyone is wondering, I didn’t make up any part of that story, son. The fact is, Clifford Harris b.k.a. T.I. a.k.a. Tip, makes yearly trips to Deyjah’s gynecologist to make sure that her hymen is still in place. Now, real talk, I don’t even know where to begin with this fuckery, man. First, checking a woman’s hymen gives no insight on her sexual activity. Shit, I know a few ladies who’ve lost their shit from non-freaky deaky situations, fam. So, what exactly is T.I. looking to learn from this, bruh?

In addition, even if Deyjah isn’t having vaginal intercourse, I’m sure that T.I. is aware of the VAST amounts of other possibilities, son. Hell, having a hymen ain’t got shit to do with butt play or oral gymnastics, man. Keeping it a buck, I know a couple of women who used to go the anal route to maintain their “virtue.” All I know is, a hymen is no indicator of whether or not his daughter is about that action, fam.

Furthermore, Deyjah is 18 fucking years old, bruh. Seriously, it ain’t T.I.’s place to monitor who she’s “spending time” with. The truth is, as parents, it’s our job to teach our kids the best practices and hope they don’t do something fucking stupid. Side bar, I hope my boys are NEVER as dumb as me, son. All I can say is, I’m not 100% sure how I’m still here with my genitals in one piece, man. But, that’s neither here nor there, brethren.

Anyway, I also want to know if T.I. watches his sons with the same level of scrutiny. Listen, dudes love protecting their girls’ “honor,” but their boys be out here running amok, fam. Bruh, it ain’t nothing for a guy to come home with an STI or a cotdamn baby. The way I see it, T.I. should be just as invested in making sure his sons aren’t the type of dudes that he’s afraid Deyjah will meet. Honestly, men with daughters are normally scared because they know how we be acting in these streets, son.

In the end, T.I. needs to knock it off, man. Ultimately, there’s no need to be a creep, fam. By and by, him and his daughter’s mother just need to have an open line of communication with Deyjah. At the end of the day, he doesn’t want her to be sneaking around behind his back. Truthfully, that’s when the most shenanigans occur, bruh. So, instead of trying to shelter her, T.I. needs to put her on the game and advise her about the fuckity-fucks who could potentially ruin her life. That is all. LC out.

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Omarion Is The New Phil Jackson

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, we can all learn from Omarion, man. Like, his level of chill is something to behold, fam. All I know is, if Apryl Jones was my ex and Lil’ Fizz was my friend, someone would’ve been put in a rear-naked choke by now. The way I see it, Omarion is the new Phil Jackson, bruh. Meaning, he’s this generation’s Zen Master. With that being said, I can’t do anything but salute him, brethren.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Jones, the mother of Omarion’s children, and Fizz, his B2K bandmate, are dating. Now, simply on principle, this situation is all types of wrong, son. I mean, on what planet is it cool for my ex to date my homie? Shit, I don’t even know who’s fouler here, man. First, there’s Jones, who has both of Omarion’s kids. Next, there’s Fizz, who’s been in a group with Omarion since 1999. All in all, I don’t care how they cut it or slice it, fam. Furthermore, I don’t care how much Fizz tries to downplay his friendship with Omarion. The fact is, both of these muhfuckas are fucked up, bruh.

Now, if I’m being frank, the fact that Jones and Fizz are dating isn’t even my biggest problem, son. Honestly, it’s the public disrespect that gets me, man. To be fair, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m aware of the inner-workings of Jones’ relationship with Omarion. For all I know, Omarion could’ve been a bastard to her, fam. But, the general masses can’t do anything but speculate about that. However, we DO know that Omarion has never publicly said/done anything shitty against Jones or Fizz. If anything, he’s taken the “I don’t care, as long as it doesn’t affect my business” approach. Yet, the two of those fuckity-fucks talk crazy about him at every turn.

Look, if anyone has watched an episode of Love & Hip Hop, they’d know that Jones spends a lot of the show talking shit about Omarion. At the same time, Fizz is always in the background, being “supportive” and claiming that he doesn’t care how Omarion feels. All the while, Omarion hasn’t said a cotdamn thing, bruh. Hell, he just did a reunion tour with B2K and still ain’t beat the brakes off of Fizz, son. In my eyes, that’s a level of self-control that I aspire to attain, man. Listen, the way my anger is setup, if I were Omarion, I would’ve done the “Touch” dance with my feet on Fizz’ face, fam.

In the end, Omarion’s zen is some otherworldly shit, bruh. Ultimately, it definitely seems like Apryl Jones and Lil’ Fizz go out of their way to disrespect him, son. By and by, I can’t speak to what happens behind closed doors. All I know is, this “new” couple is continuously going outside and acting a mutt, man. At the end of the day, it couldn’t be me, fam. Seriously, at this point, some heads would have to roll, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Apryl Jones is bad as shit, son. So, yeah, I might shoot Fizz some bail, man. Don’t judge me! Good day.

What I Learned From The ‘Free Meek’ Documentary

So, this past weekend, my wife and I watched the Free Meek documentary on Amazon Prime Video. Now, as the title would suggest, the doc is about the decade-long ordeal that Meek Mill has gone through with the Philadelphia justice system. Moving on, I can legitimately say that I have an entirely new perspective on the fuckery that Mill went through. All in all, despite knowing that his situation was terrible, it was amazing to see just how much tomfoolery has transpired, son.

Ok, before I continue, let me transparent, man. Now, I’ve written about Mill’s probation troubles on more than one occasion, fam. Previously, I’ve stated that Mill needed to refrain from doing anything that would result in his judge violating him. Like, I knew his case was bullshit, but I thought that he needed to lay low. In any case, while I still wholeheartedly believe that he needed to stay off of those cotdamn dirt bikes, for example, I’m thoroughly confused by the actions of Judge Genece Brinkley. The way I see it, that woman was ABSOLUTELY determined to ruin Mill’s life. Frankly, I don’t fucking get it, bruh.

Now, for some clarity, let’s run through just a small fraction of her nonsense. First, she originally sentenced Mill to 11 months in jail and 10 years on probation because of the word of Reggie Graham, a crooked cop. Granted, she could use the excuse that she didn’t know that he was dirty at the time. But, anybody with a brain could see that his arrest report never made any sense. Years later, even when it was proven that Graham was a flat-out criminal, Brinkley STILL refused to grant Mill a new trial.

To add insult to injury, Brinkley frequently violated Mill’s probation for the most asinine reasons. At one point, she violated him for having a water gun in one of his music videos, simply because it looked real. In addition, she would call probation hearings on her own, without even consulting the District Attorney’s office first. Furthermore, despite repeated suggestions from the DA to stop sending Mill to prison, Brinkley continued to find reasons to arbitrarily take his freedom.

Listen, I haven’t even gotten to the story that she asked Mill to put her name in a fucking song. I haven’t even gotten to the fact that her own lawyer doesn’t understand her obsession with Mill. Shit, my lawyer wife doesn’t understand why a judge would refuse to overturn a man’s sentence when the fucking prosecutor doesn’t even want to prosecute. The fact is, she literally tried EVERYTHING in her power to keep Mill in the system. All I know is, it’s fucking disgusting, son.

In the end, I’m not even doing this story justice, man (pun intended). Ultimately, everyone needs to go watch this documentary. By and by, Genece Brinkley is the prime example of a judicial abuse of power. The sad part is, these are the type of power who are in charge of our lives. At the end of the day, despite the misery he’s gone through, Mill is still luckier than TONS of other minorities. On the real, the ones without money are still in jail right now, fam. With all of that being said, I’d like to apologize to Meek Mill, bruh. All I can say is, nothing that man did can justify the shit-storm that he dealt with. On top of that, it’s pretty apparent that he never did what they charged him for in the first place. *Sigh* That’s all, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Tank Is Out Here Wilin’

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m a big Tank fan. Now, while I was aware of him from the time he dropped “Maybe I Deserve,” I was all in when he released his Sex, Love & Pain album. Side bar, “Coldest” is GUARANTEED to get it poppin’, son. Trust me, brethren. In any case, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t address the comments that he made on Angela Yee‘s Lip Service podcast. All in all, I think Tank is a little confused on what “gay” means. Anyway, let’s discuss it, fam.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Tank just did an episode of Lip Service with Yee, Stephanie Santiago, GiGi Maguire and Lore’l. Now, sometime during the conversation, they started talking about what determines homosexuality. From there, Tank had a hot take that if a man gave another man head once or twice, that doesn’t necessarily make him gay. In his eyes, continuous physical encounters are the determining factor of a person’s sexuality.

Look, I won’t lie, man. On the real, I’m a very literal dude, bruh. Now, by definition, homosexuality is “romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between members of the same sex gender.” So, by denotation, a man giving another man head is a homosexual act. Now, to be fair, I don’t give a flying fuckity-fuck about who’s sleeping with who, son. Honestly, I want everyone to live their lives and have fun, fam. But, let’s call a spade a spade, folks. Shit, even if the dude doesn’t identify as gay, he’s at least queer, people. The way I see it, there’s a curiosity there that isn’t synonymous with heterosexuality. Listen, if I’m completely off-base here, I’d like someone to explain it to me. I’m always down to learn.

In the end, I couldn’t care less how men or women categorize themselves. Ultimately, love is love, sex is sex and I hope we’re all doing it safely. However, come the fuck on, Tank. He knows damn well that if Bobby is fucking around with Billy, then this isn’t a heterosexual encounter. By and by, I think other dudes are scared to experiment because they’re scared of how they’ll be labeled. At the end of the day, do what feels right, brethren. Who are any of us to judge? That is all. LC out.

I F*cks With This Sabrina Claudio Album

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, due to the racist Fuckity-McFuckery that Sabrina Claudio tweeted back in the day, I avoided her music like the plague. I mean, if I’m being honest, I’ve never actually listened to any of her projects, man. However, after several people I know told me to peep her Truth Is album, I finally obliged. All I can say is, I like this shit a lot, fam. Real talk, she makes quality fucking music, bruh.

Ok, keeping it a buck, I have no intention of giving some long ass album review, son. The way I see it, my take is pretty simple, man. The fact is, the production, spearheaded by Sad Money, is great and her melodies/lyrics are great. Listen, I’m not a picky dude, fam. In my eyes, music is complicated but simple at the same time. Like, a great melody and good lyrics always win, bruh. Seriously, they always fucking win. For me, all I need is a vocal about heartbreak and some dope ass chords. From there, I’m all in, brethren.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, this isn’t my most in-depth review. By and by, this album is just great to listen to, man. Now, based on the artist, do I slightly feel like a sellout? Yeah, a little bit. But, like I said before, I’m just a sucker for good music, fam. All in all, below are some of the records that I fuck with the most. Moody R&B for the win, bruh! That is all. LC out.

My Problem With Summer Walker’s Album

So, before I even begin, let me say that I’m digging Summer Walker‘s new album. I mean, despite the fact that I’m a rapper, I’m probably an R&B dude at heart, son. Shit, if my singing voice were just a little better, I’d leave all of this Rap shit behind, man. In any case, despite feeling her Over It album, I have a major gripe, fam: song length. All in all, why can’t Walker just make longer songs, bruh?

Ok, for those who are unaware, Summer Walker just released her debut studio album. Side bar, artists need to knock this bullshit off, son. Hell, Chance the Rapper also tried that “debut studio album” nonsense when he already has three full-length projects in his discography. All I know is, whether Walker wants to admit it or not, Last Day of Summer is her debut album, man. Anyway, her new project, Over It, is mostly produced by London on da Track, super producer/her current boyfriend. All in all, the album fucking rides, fam. Real talk, it has a lot of good shit on there.

With all of that being said, the length of most of these tracks kill me, bruh. Like, anytime I start really getting into the song, it fucking ends, son. For example, she has an extended version of “Playing Games” with Bryson Tiller on it. The truth is, that song, with the feature, is two minutes and 23 seconds. Where was the cotdamn extension, brethren? All I can say is, on an album that has 18 tracks, only five of them are longer than three minutes. Fam, that’s not nearly enough. The way I see it, when an artist makes music that’s designed to break headboards to, the songs need to be longer than two-and-a-half minutes, man. Frankly, folks wouldn’t even be able to get a good rhythm on the pumping before the tracks end, bruh.

In the end, that’s my only issue with the album, son. Other than that, Summer Walker and London on da Track made a dope ass project, man. Ultimately, even the features are well-placed, fam. By and by, she’s got Tiller, Usher6lackPartyNextDoorA Boogie wit da HoodieJhené Aiko and Drake to hold it down with her. Moving on, below are the songs from the album that I’m currently fucking with. Gotta love good music, bruh. That is all. LC out.

New LC EP Is Out Now!

So, here we go again, son. Roughly six months after I dropped my album, The Charlemagne Renaissance, I’m back with more music, man. The truth is, I had more songs in the stash and I couldn’t wait to put them out. With that being said, I’d like everybody to go listen to my new EP, The Charlemagne Overture.

Ok, before we get to the songs, let me give folks a little backstory. Now, the original goal was to record an entirely new album. Ideally, I wanted to make a 12-song project. Yeah, I know my last record was 16 tracks, but that was more of a compilation, fam. Essentially, I wanted to put all of my previously-released joints on one cohesive project. In any case, with that out of the way, I wanted to focus on making a real album.

Moving on, things began to change when I started performing again. Real talk, out of the four songs on this new EP, I started regularly performing three of them. Anyway, as a new and upcoming artist, I didn’t want people to wonder where my songs were. So, I packaged this small project together to make my whole discography available.

In the end, I’ve done enough rambling, bruh. The moral of the story is, I have a new EP out, brethren! By and by, let’s get these streams streaming, son! As before, the project can be found on iTunes, Apple Music, Spotify, Tidal and any other streaming service on the planet Earth. At the end of the day, I appreciate everyone’s support, man! It’s all love! LC out.

P.S. Shout-out to my homegirl Jevon Roché for always hitting me with that fire artwork, fam. She’s the G.O.A.T., bruh. For real. Good day.

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