I Bangs With This Ella Mai Album

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, I had two distinct and conflicting feelings while listening to Ella Mai‘s self-titled debut album. On one hand, the production and overall sonic quality is high on this record, son. On the other hand, I’m too grown for some of her subject matter, man. But, that ain’t even her fault, fam. I mean, she’s 23 years old, bruh. I was doing PLENTY of fuckity-fuck shit at that age, folks. In any case, the moral of the story is, I bangs with Ella Mai’s album, people.

Now, where to start, son. Ok, I must say that the production on this album is awesome, man. On the real, I’ve got to give props to DJ Mustard, fam. He did a damn good job curating this project, bruh. Instead of just relying on himself, he brought in other producers like Bryan-Michael Cox, Harmony Samuels and Nana Rogues to keep the vibe going. Sonically speaking, the music is an updated take on good 90s R&B, people. All in all, we can never go wrong with dope chords & dope harmonies, brethren.

Moving on, my only gripe with the album is not really a gripe at all. Frankly, the subject matter is young as fuck, son. However, like I’ve said before, Ella Mai is young as fuck, man. So, it makes sense that she would make a song like “Good Bad.” All I know is, I’m way too grown to deal with a chick who unapologetically has a bad attitude. Nah, baby girl, take that fuckery somewhere else. All I know is, LC ain’t got time to put up with senseless brattiness.

In the end, I recommend the album, fam. Ultimately, I appreciate anyone trying to make a good R&B record in 2018. Hell, despite being a rapper myself, I’m not the biggest fan of R&B being completely consumed by Hip-Hop. By and by, I want singers to sing, bruh. At the end of the day, there’s still room for that, son. That is all. LC out.

P.S. My favorite songs on the album right now are “Dangerous,” “Cheap Shot” and “Gut Feeling.” Shout-out to H.E.R., by the way. Good day.

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Nah, Usher, We’re Good

So, before anyone out there thinks I’m hating, let me make one thing clear: I’m a big Usher fan, son. I mean, if we’re being real here, he has one of the strongest discographies in R&B history, man. Listen, any artist who goes from My Way to 8701 to Confessions should never be disrespected, fam. Hell, I even think Here I Stand is criminally underrated, bruh. Honestly, the title track alone is worth the price of admission, folks. With all of that being said, this new album ain’t it, people. All in all, Trap Usher needs to get the fuckity-fuck outta here, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Usher just dropped a surprise album on Friday. Moving on, not only did his “A” album come out of nowhere, but it also features only one producer: Zaytoven. Now, for anybody who’s unfamiliar with Zaytoven, let me explain it like this: pick any Gucci Mane or Future jam from the past 10 years and there’s a good chance that Zaytoven did it. Hell, he’s a staple in the Atlanta music scene, son. In any case, he solely handles the boards on Usher’s latest effort.

To be clear, my issue with this album is not Zaytoven’s production. Hell, the beats sound exactly the way I would expect them to, man. Real talk, my problem is Usher, fam. Listen, in 2018, I’m not trying to hear Trap Usher. I’m not trying to hear Strip Club Usher. I’m not trying to hear Turn Up Usher. Look, does everyone see where I’m going with this? On the real, Usher is too damn grown to be singing about childish subjects, bruh. Like, he’s a legend, people. He shouldn’t feel the need to chase trends. Keeping it a buck, that’s why his last few projects haven’t been hitting. He’s more concerned with keeping up with the times than simply being himself.

In the end, no thanks, Usher. Ultimately, the minute he gets back with Jermaine Dupri and Bryan-Michael Cox, I’ll be back onboard, son. Fam, did Usher hear Cox’s work on Ella Mai‘s “Dangerous?” *Sigh* That could’ve been an Usher joint, man. Anyway, the point is, I want Usher to sound like Usher, bruh. I don’t want him to sound like 6lack. Side note, I’m a 6lack fan, so don’t take that as a diss. Anyway, I’m not here for the “A” album. That’s all I have to say, folks. That is all. LC out.

The Greatest Michael Jackson Video EVER!

Look, let me get straight to the shenanigans, son. I mean, at this point, I shouldn’t have to explain Michael Jackson‘s GOATness to anyone, man. Now, since his birthday was yesterday, folks all over social media have been sharing videos of the King of Pop. In any case, I want to give a shout-out to my homie Evan for putting me onto a video he saw on Bryan-Michael Cox‘s Instagram page. All in all, this is bar none the funniest MJ video I’ve ever seen in my life, fam!

Ok, before I continue, I want everyone to watch the YouTube video below. For context, start the clip at 3:52 and watch until the end. It’s essentially the same video that Cox posted on his page. Anyway, during a show in 1996, MJ is performing “I Just Can’t Stop Loving You” with Marva Hicks. So, MJ’s already pissed because Hicks is inexplicably singing some of his parts. From there, Brad Buxer, MJ’s music director, misses his cue to end the song. Now, what happens next is without question the most hilarious shit I’ve ever seen during a concert: MJ sing-fires Buxer onstage.

Look, do people understand the magnitude of what I just said? Shit, without missing a beat, MJ sings to Buxer that there’s supposed to be a breakdown in the song. When Buxer doesn’t comply, MJ then adlibs “job gone.” For whatever reason, Buxer STILL doesn’t end the song! Now, after a couple more “breakdown” and “job gone” calls, MJ looks straight at Buxer and sings “Brad, what are you gonna do?” All the while, the audience doesn’t seem to have any idea of what’s happening, bruh. Hell, MJ was such a professional, everyone just assumed it was a part of the show.

Listen, as my dude Evan said, MJ harmonized a termination, son. Like, I can’t even put into words how comical that is, man. Real talk, I’ve been laughing for 30 minutes straight, fam. This video is hands down the most savage firing I’ve ever witnessed. All I can say is, people should’ve known better than to fuck up MJ’s song, bruh.

In the end, Rest In Peace to the King, son. Ultimately, MJ has given us more than enough examples of his legendary-ness. By and by, I’m going to get out of here and get back to watching this video, man. I mean, it’s literally the greatest clip on the internet, fam. That is all. LC out.