Get Donald Trump Jr. The F*ck Outta Here!

Bruh, what the fuck is going on around here, man? Now, if anyone has been paying attention, I’ve stayed away from politics for the last few weeks. I mean, so much tomfoolery has transpired, frankly, I can’t keep up, son. With that being said, Donald Trump Jr. is out here wilin’, fam. Like, this dude actually admitted to trying to conspire with Russia. All I want to know is, why hasn’t this entire ship sunk yet?

So, the fuckery began in June of 2016. While Donald Trump was still battling Hillary Clinton for the presidency, Trump Jr. received a random email. In it, Rob Goldstone, a Russian business associate of Trump, claimed to be in touch with a senior Russian government official. Apparently, this official claimed to have damaging information about Clinton. From there, Goldstone arranged a meeting with Trump Jr., Paul ManafortJared Kushner and a Russian lawyer.

Now, keep in mind, at this time, Paul Manafort was Trump’s campaign manager. In addition, Kushner is Ivanka Trump‘s husband and currently serves as a senior advisor to Trump. Meaning, three people in Trump’s inner circle scheduled a meeting with a foreign entity in an effort to discredit Clinton. Good fucking Lord, man! How is ANYONE cool with this?! After allllllllll of their collusion denials, we now have definitive proof that all of their claims are pure bullshit, man. Trump’s administration LITERALLY talked to Russian dignitaries to try and alter the course of an American presidential election.

All in all, it doesn’t matter that Natalia Veselnitskaya didn’t provide any useful information. All that matters is the fact that these clowns were willing to go to these lengths to help Trump’s campaign. On the real, it makes all of their denials even more infuriating, son. Fam, they didn’t even do a good job of covering their tracks. Son, all of their shit is starting to hit the fan, man. Ultimately, enough is fucking enough, bruh.

In the end, I can’t take any more of this shit, people. Keeping it a buck, it bothers me to no end that more Republicans won’t stand up against this shit. I mean, what would Trump and company have to do for them to finally wake up? Would the administration have to drop a nuke before the GOP realizes the gravity of the situation? The sad part is, even if that occurred, they’d probably still find a way to justify it, man. *Sigh* I’m done. LC out.

Beyoncé Didn’t Make Jay-Z

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m well aware of the fact that I need to tread carefully with this post, man. Look, the BeyHive is NOT the entity a sane person should want to fuck with, fam. Shit, just ask Keri Hilson. With that being said, I need to get something off of my chest. Listen, I need people to stop acting like Beyoncé made Jay-Z. Ok, yes, everyone loves Mrs. Knowles-Carter. However; let’s not pretend like Hov isn’t a fucking legend, bruh. I mean, there’s a reason why a lot of people, including myself, consider him the greatest rapper of all time.

Wait, to be clear, I’m not writing this to slight Bey in any shape, form or fashion, man. Fam, the woman is coming off of back-to-back classic albums. I can’t possibly take anything away from her, son. But, this new generation likes to act like Jigga is the slouch in the relationship. Now, for those uninformed people, I’d like to take a brief trip down memory lane.

Ok, while no one knows exactly when Hov and Beyoncé started dating, I think “’03 Bonnie & Clyde” is a good place to start. Now, although my memory sucks, I believe that song came out in 2002. It served as the lead single for Hov’s The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse album. Anyway, if we’re keeping score here, by this time, Jigga had already released three classic albums, son. I mean, Reasonable Doubt, Vol. 2… Hard Knock Life and The Blueprint were already under his belt by the time him and Bey became an item. Shit, Beyoncé hadn’t even released a solo album at that point, man! Good Lord, can we keep it a buck for a second, fam?

Moving on, even before we get to 4:44, Hov managed to add two more classics to his discography: The Black Album and American Gangster. Side note, I’m open to arguing about the classic status of American Gangster, but regardless, it’s a fantastic album. In any case, Jay was still making relevant art independent of his marriage to Bey. All in all, Jay would’ve still been in the history books even if he didn’t marry Beyoncé.

In the end, I need the BeyHive to chill, son. Please, don’t scalp me or give my nuts the “James Bond in Casino Royaletreatment. All I’m saying is, Beyoncé is not responsible for Hov’s success. Now, have they both helped each other’s careers? Absolutely. Is Beyoncé more relevant in music and pop culture right now? Absolutely. However; that doesn’t take away from the groundwork Jay has already laid down, fam. By and by, his position was already solidified, man. Now, let me get back to 4:44. LC out.

Kodak Black’s ‘Dark Skin’ Comments Aren’t About Preference

So, let me get straight to the point, son. I don’t like the narrative of the folks defending Kodak Black. Listen, when Kodak talks about only dating “yellow hoes” or “redbones,” he’s 100% feeding into the colorism issues in the Black community. On the real, his comments have nothing to do with preference, man. In actuality, they have everything to do with the fact that he sees something wrong with dark skin. Sadly, he’s not the first person to feel this way. *Sigh* Ask Lil Wayne.

Ok, before I continue, let me make one thing clear: I do believe we all have preferences when it comes to physical attraction. As for me, I love big breasts. Like, I LOVE big breasts, son. Now, I would go into more detail, but this is a free association blog and not erotica, man. With that being said, I’ve never had anything against women with a smaller cup size. I mean, before marriage, I’ve dated a lot of different women with many different body types. All in all, I’m an “equal opportunity” kinda dude, fam. In any case, I don’t believe the same can be said for Kodak.

Look, if people don’t believe me, just analyze what he said when he tried to explain his previous comments. When The Chaney TV asked him about his fuckery at a Master P charity basketball game, his response was worse than his original thoughts. Man, he proceeded to tell the lady conducting the interview that he likes women lighter than him because his complexion is “too gutter.” Apparently, dark-skinned women are “too tough.” In addition, according to Kodak, light-skinned women are “more sensitive” and he can “break ’em down more easy.”

Now, how in the FUCK is any of that nonsense about preference, bruh? Fam, this dude is literally out here spewing stereotypes that can be traced back to slavery. Historically speaking, a lot of dark-skinned slaves worked in the hazardous fields while a good number of light-skinned slaves served in the master’s house. Shit, was else needs to be said here, man? Essentially, Kodak admitted that he doesn’t like his skin color and dummies are out here caping for him. Son, I truly don’t understand the ignorance of some people. I really don’t.

In the end, miss me with the Kodak theories. By and by, his skin color quotes have NOTHING to do with preference. All I know is, this child clearly has a bias against his own skin and I’m not going to let that shit slide, son. Real talk, I just want this clown to disappear, man. Him and his diamond-studded baby teeth. That is all. LC out.

New Music Fridays: LC ‘No Sleep’

Welcome back, good people. Another week, another New Music Fridays, son. At this point, there’s really no need for me to write some long dissertation. Ultimately, I just want everyone to enjoy the music, man. With that being said, the same rules apply, fam. The congregation can listen to “No Sleep” below. The song can be streamed/downloaded on SoundCloud and streamed on YouTube. All I know is, this should be played at high volume, preferably in a residential area. That is all, bruh. LC out.

Rob Kardashian Is Out Here WILIN’!

Look, on a normal basis, I don’t give a fuck about the Kardashian‘s. On a normal basis, I don’t give a fuck about the Jenner‘s. Frankly, in my eyes, there’s no need to pay attention to people who are just famous for the sake of being famous. With that being said, this dude Rob Kardashian is out here BUGGING, son! Good fucking Lord, man! This guy literally put ALL of his fuckery with Blac Chyna on Front Street, fam. Ultimately, all I want to know is, why the FUCK is all of this tomfoolery on social media, bruh?

Now, before I continue, let me briefly speak about Chyna. Keeping it a buck, I truly hope feminists don’t light my ass on fire for what I’m about to say. However; at what point can we call a woman’s behavior unacceptable? Listen, Rob is 1000% wrong for putting her business on social media. But, how is it cool for her to send him a video of her smashing another man?

Look, if the two of them are still together, then she just sent him a video of her cheating on him. On the flip side, if they’re not together, then she just sent him an extremely petty and cruel video of her moving on with someone else. Either way, that’s fucking foul and corny, man. No, Rob doesn’t own her body, but that doesn’t mean she should be excused for being a damn asshole, son.

With that being said, let’s get back to Rob’s shenanigans. Bruh, this fool literally used his Instagram page like an automatic assault rifle. Shit, it was just post after post after post about all of the things Chyna has allegedly been doing to him. Now, thanks to his unwarranted ranting, we’ve heard that she regularly smashes other dudes in their house, does drugs, had post-baby surgery and that he pays for her entire lifestyle. In addition, after his mini-argument with T.I., we’ve also heard that Tip and Tiny Harris supposedly had a threesome with Chyna. By and by, NONE of us should know ANY of this shit, bruh!

Fam, it is never, NEVER okay to put a woman’s business out in public. All jokes aside, Rob will be lucky if he isn’t hit with a “revenge porn” charge. Like, he legit released pics of her nipples and box on the internet, son. On the real, that’s NEVER cool, man. Seriously, it doesn’t matter what his gripe is with her. He simply doesn’t have the right to expose her in such a manner. In my eyes, that’s some real sucker shit, fam. Honestly, instead of crying through a keyboard, he should go handle his business like a grownup. After all, this is the mother of his child. He’s going to have to deal with her for the foreseeable future.

In the end, this entire situation is ridiculous, bruh. Chyna is a loser for sending Rob that video and Rob is a loser for EVERYTHING he did after that. Ultimately, these two people deserve each other, son. I mean, two clowns can’t help but create a circus, man. *Sigh* This is yet another mind-numbingly dumb storyline by the Kardashian/Jenner clan. Man, these people really do know how to stay in the media, huh? In any case, all I can do is shake my head, folks. LC out.

Jay-Z Made A ‘Grown A*s Man’ Album

So, I’ll admit, there are certain times when I’m happy to be wrong. As everyone may recall, just last week, I questioned whether we needed a new Jay-Z album. In my defense, it wasn’t because I’m not a Hov fan. In fact, I’m an obnoxiously HUGE Hov fan. Ultimately, I didn’t want him to drop some subpar shit, fam. Thankfully, 4:44 is fucking DOPE, man! On the real, Jigga made a “grown ass man” album. Whether he’s speaking about infidelity, finances or social issues, he’s poignantly discussing a variety of topics. All in all, good shit, Jay!

First, let me begin by talking about No I.D. Now, I did call this shit, son. Listen, Dion just doesn’t make wack beats, fam. Like, I actually believe he’s incapable of making questionable shit. I mean, he’s been in the game for over 20 years and he’s never released any trash. Look, even Bow Wow‘s “Let Me Hold You” knocks, man! In any case, No I.D. successfully bridges different eras in his beats. He’s able to remain true to his sampling roots, while programming his drums to fit into today’s musical climate. By and by, the sonics of this album are immaculate, son!

Next, let’s talk about Hov. Ok, yes, he finally addresses the cheating rumors. Wait, before I continue, was anyone actually confused by Beyoncé‘s Lemonade? Now, I thought she made it perfectly clear that Hov was sticking and moving around town. Frankly, I’m surprised by people being surprised on social media. Anyway, Jay drops all of the bombs in terms of his wayward behavior. In fact, at this point, the only thing we don’t know are the names of the outside chicks. Keeping it a buck, Hov gave us everything else, son. Shit, he even admits that his actions were the reason why Solange tried to go Liu Kang on him in that elevator.

Moving on, in addition to his Lemonade response, Hov also covers A TON of other subjects. He talks about financial literacy on “The Story of O.J.” He talks about supporting Diddy, another Black business owner, on “Family Feud.” He talks about accepting his mother’s sexuality on “Smile.” He even talks about Kanye West‘s fuckity-fuckery on “Kill Jay Z.” All I know is, it seems like Jay leaves no stone unturned on this album, bruh. Regardless, I approve of all of it, fam.

In the end, this new album is light years ahead of his last two records. Ultimately, it’s good to see that he still has some tricks up his sleeve. Now, let me get back to my listening experience, son. I’ll catch everyone on the rebound. LC out.

P.S. Never go Eric Benét, son. Bruh, I laughed really hard at that line, man. My bad, Eric. I’m sure he’s out here just trying to keep it cool. However; he’ll never live down the Halle Berry tomfoolery, fam. That is all.

My Sunday Night With The Police

So, originally, I was going to talk about Jay-Z‘s new album today. However; I just need to get this story off of my chest, man. Now, don’t worry, good people. I’ll be back on Wednesday to speak about the virtues of 4:44. In any case, for today, I’d like to talk about my recent run-in with the New York Police Department. Needless to say, the entire situation was uncalled for and unnecessary. All in all, I truly don’t understand why cops find so much joy in being complete assholes.

Now, the situation began while I was driving home. I happened to be a few blocks away from my apartment on Morris Avenue in the Bronx. Side note, for anyone who’s unfamiliar with this part of the world, although Morris is a two-way street, it only has one lane on each side. Anyway, I was driving behind this black car and the vehicle just stopped in the middle of the street. I honked my horn thinking the driver was either distracted or lost. The car didn’t move. After about five or ten seconds, the car slowly pulled off and then proceeded to run a red light.

When the light turned green again, I started moving, but ended up right back behind the same car. It stopped in the middle of the street again and I honked my horn a second time. From there, the car pulled off the road to the right. I assumed that the driver was lost and needed to get his/her baring. I decided to drive around the now parked car. As I passed the car, that’s when I realized it was the police. Honestly, I had no idea because the car didn’t look like the typical Dodge or Chevrolet that they usually use.

Moving on, once I drove pass them, that’s when they turned their sirens on and forced me to pull over. Next, four officers jumped out of the car with their hands on their guns. Two of them stood on the driver’s side of my car and the other two stood on the passenger side. The officer driving the car started to yell at me for “tailgating” him. I asked him how could I be tailgating if I drove around him when he wasn’t moving. Also, I reminded him that he stopped in the middle of the street on two separate occasions.

After this part of our exchange, the same cop asked me for my license and registration. As I motioned for my wallet, all four cops put their hands back on their guns. I assured them that I was just trying to get my license. Once I gave them what they asked for, they told me to get out of the car. While this happened, a teenage boy stopped on the sidewalk to see what was going on. The two officers on the passenger side approached him with their hands still on their guns. They asked him if he knew me and he said “no.” Next, they told him to “get the fuck out of [their] face.”

From there, the main cop asked me if my license was real and if I’ve been arrested before. I responded with a “yes” and a “no,” respectively. For whatever reason, he said he should still book me for “being a tough guy.” Instead, he said I was “lucky” because they were going to let me go. After I got back in my car, he threw my ID at me and told me to “watch [my] mouth next time.” In the end, since I was close my apartment, my entire block watched me get harassed by these dudes.

In the end, I truly don’t understand why cops feel the need to behave this way. Keep in mind, two of the officers were Hispanic and the other two were Black. Meaning, I can’t even really blame race for this shit. Ultimately, the police department is an intrinsic system that’s designed to operate based on bias. In this moment, I wasn’t a husband, father or college graduate with a corporate job. I was just a “tough guy” that they thought they could get one over on. All in all, these are the reasons why people don’t respect cops. Shit, I may be alive to tell this tale, but not everyone is so fortunate, man. By and by, fuck the police, son! LC out.