‘Whose Mans Is This?’: My Thoughts On The Kanye West & Charlamagne Tha God Interview

So, I’m not going to lie, son. Real talk, I’m going to cheat with today’s post, man. I mean, at this point, I’ve said everything I could possibly say about Kanye West and his coonery, fam. All in all, his sit-down with Charlamagne Tha God hasn’t changed anything for me, bruh. Frankly, Ye has done a TERRIBLE job of eloquently expressing his thoughts and opinions. Side note, I think that’s because, as he proved with T.I., he doesn’t really know what the FUCK he’s talking about.

In any case, today’s plan is to simply re-post several articles I’ve already written about Kanye. On the real, I feel like they all still apply right now, folks. In addition, I’m going to post his interview with Charlamagne and let people take from it what they will. At the end of the day, I really might be out of words, people. Keeping it a buck, I don’t know what else to say about Kanye West. So, I’ll just let my previous words do the talking. *Sigh* People can click on my hyperlinks below. That’s all I’ve got for now, brethren. LC out.

P.S. I have no words whatsoever for Kanye’s interview with TMZ. I… *Sigh* Shout-out to Van Lathan, though. He said everything that needed to be said. Bye.

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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.

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.

’25’ Ain’t Got Sh*t On ‘Lemonade’

Look, son, I don’t need much evidence to prove my thesis. I mean, if anyone watched the Grammys last night, they’d know that even Adele knows 25 doesn’t hold a candle to Lemonade. During her speech for Album of the Year, Adele essentially told the Grammy committee and the world that Beyoncé deserved that award. Shit, outside of her “black friends” comment that she’s catching hell for, Adele was just trying to do the Lord‘s work, man. I mean, it’s not like the Grammys have an interest in doing the right thing. Needless to say, as last night showed, the Grammys got it wrong… again.

Now, I could make the argument that Black artists are consistently overlooked in all of the “General Field” categories. However; for today, I’m going to stick with Album of the Year. Namely because this is where the most egregious errors are normally made. Year after year after year, the highest award in music ends up going to the wrong fucking album, son. Ok, yes, Adele sells a lot of albums. We all know that, man. But Beyoncé’s album shifted culture… again.

Man, when she put out “Formation,” a million think pieces and White tears QUICKLY followed. Black people praised the optics of one of our biggest stars tackling social injustice. White pundits bemoaned the fact that a star of her caliber made them so uncomfortable. In addition, she shut the Super Bowl DOWN in all of her Black Panthersinspired glory. Now, Adele’s “Hello” was a great song, but it didn’t affect the world like Beyoncé. As for the rest of Adele’s album, it basically sounded like I’m Still 21. She essentially remade her previous album and cashed in. On the other hand, Beyoncé’s sound continued to evolve and she became more daring in her decision-making.

With all of that being said, I really don’t know why I’m acting surprised, man. This is what the Grammys does, son. They continually find a way to reward the less deserving. I mean, this is the same awards show that gave the Album of the Year trophy to Taylor Swift‘s 1989 over Kendrick Lamar‘s To Pimp a Butterfly. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Beck‘s Morning Phase over Beyoncé’s self-titled album. This is the same show that gave the trophy to Herbie Hancock‘s River: The Joni Letters over Kanye West‘s Graduation AND Amy Winehouse‘s Back to Black. Now, Herbie is an undisputed legend, but come the fuck on, man! Are we really playing this game right now? The list goes on and on and on, son. If I decided to look at any random year, odds are I’ll vehemently disagree with whoever got that award.

Ultimately, I believe in the Grammys… in theory. However; in actuality, it’s always a shit show, son. I love the idea of artists being rewarded for their work, but the night always ends up being a travesty. *Sigh* I don’t even know why I keep watching this show, man. In any case, I’ll probably be back at it next year. LC out.

So… Beyoncé Is Having Twins, Huh?

Look, I won’t lie, son. I get supreme enjoyment out of seeing people lose their shit any time Beyoncé does something. At this point, she might really be a religion now, man. With that being said, I’m having a ton of good laughs while watching the world’s reaction to her pregnancy announcement. Excuse me, her “our family is growing by two” announcement. Honestly, there’s no congratulatory message I could give that would match the fever currently sweeping the internet. So, why don’t I just let the people talk and keep the jokes rolling, son. Below are my favorite responses to Beyoncé’s pregnancy news.

Welp, that’s all I got today, folks. Ain’t much else to say around here, bruh. The internet always wins, man. I’m just sitting back and watching the show, son. I’ll probably get back to my regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. Good day.

My Conflicted Thoughts On Kanye West’s Mental Health

Ain’t this about a bitch, man? Didn’t I just write Kanye West off on Friday? Didn’t I just express my disdain for his endorsement of Donald Trump? Didn’t I just wash my hands of all of the ridiculous antics he’s subjected the public to? Here’s the thing: I still feel the same exact way, son. However; as I’ve shown on this site, I’m also a big proponent of addressing potential mental health issues. With that being said, I’m not sure how to feel about Kanye’s hospitalization yesterday. On one hand, I want him to disappear, along with all of his tomfoolery and coonery. On the other hand, if he’s really having a breakdown, I want him to finally get the help he needs.

Now, I’m sure everyone noticed the “finally” I wrote in the last sentence of the previous paragraph. I worded it that way because I’ve always been a firm believer that Kanye has never been the same since his mother, Donda West, died. Before her untimely passing in 2007, he was at the top of the world, man. He was, by far, the biggest rapper in the world and his momentum was only increasing. However; when his mother passed away due to complications from plastic surgery, his entire demeanor changed. While he’s still managed to release plenty of culture-shifting music, his songs were ultimately accompanied by Taylor Swift shenanigans, wrestling matches with paparazzi and countless rants. As time went on, he started to become a caricature of himself and began to look nothing like the musician who changed the course of music. Frankly, for me personally, it was sad, and annoying, to watch. I mean, Kanye’s in my Top 3, man, regardless of genre. That’s how much his music has meant to me.

So, with all of that being said, I’m at a crossroads when it comes to the news that Kanye was hospitalized. Apparently, he’s suffering from stress and exhaustion, and was placed on a psychiatric hold. According to reports, Kanye’s doctor called 911 after a disturbance at his home in Los Angeles. He was said to be acting “erratically,” but real shit, in his world, what does that even mean, son? Needless to say, he’s had a wild couple of days lately, which included praising Trump, taking random shots at Beyoncé and canceling the rest of his Saint Pablo tour. All I know is, as long as this latest episode isn’t a Kardashian-esque publicity stunt, I really hope Kanye is taking the time to get himself right. Otherwise, this just enhances my need for him to go far, far, faaaaar away. No more circuses and no more cartoons, man. Now, since I’m one of the biggest champions of ensuring mental stability, I really hope Kanye is taking a moment to address whatever is lying underneath the surface.

In the end, I’m sure I’ve wavered a few times in this post. Like I’ve said before, I’m over the typical Kanye West bullshit. However; like Kid Cudi, if this latest situation actually leads to him improving himself, then I’m all for it. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, son. Let’s bury the foolishness for good, though, man. 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.