Randi B. & LC: Parenting, Race, Kanye West & The Coronavirus

What’s good, brethren? On this episode, Randi B. and I were back on Facebook Live talking about parenting, race, Kanye West and the Coronavirus. It morphed into a conversation that included apartheid, Germany, Steve King, Bernie Sanders, Donald Trump, David Duke and Candace Owens. Check it out on YouTube below. Let’s go!

UFC 245 Was NUTS!

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I don’t even know where to start, man. The fact is, UFC 245 was fucking nuts, fam! Now, I know that the fight between Kamaru Usman and Colby Covington was worth the price of admission. But, the rest of the card was also crazy, bruh. All in all, I was thoroughly entertained by Saturday night’s chaos (pun intended).

Ok, as folks can probably assume, I’m here to recap Saturday’s shenanigans. Anyway, let’s begin with the bout between Geoff Neal and Mike Perry. Now, to be frank, I’m a big Mike Perry fan, son. I mean, he doesn’t always win his matches, but he’s always fucking exciting, man. In addition, he’s normally durable as shit. Well, Neal put a stop to all of that shit, fam. All I can say is, he hit Perry with a head kick that ended the night quick, bruh. The fact is, Neal is going to be a problem at Welterweight, people.

Next, we had Petr Yan versus Urijah Faber. All I know is, that fight went exactly the way that I thought it would, son. Seriously, Faber had no business fucking with a dangerous dude like Yan, man. In any case, another head kick put another fighter down, fam. Shit was brutal, brethren. From there, José Aldo got robbed against Marlon Moraes. Look, Aldo kept chasing Moraes around because Moraes refused to engage, bruh. The way I see it, you can’t backpedal for an entire fight and earn a decision, folks.

After that, the G.O.A.T. Amanda Nunes took on Germaine de Randamie for the Bantamweight title. Now, if I’m being honest, I thought that Nunes would steamroll de Randamie, son. Ok, yes, it’s been six years since Nunes first beat her. But, based on Nunes’ last couple of years, I thought this would be light work, man. The truth is, the bout was a lot closer than the scorecards would suggest, fam. Like, I know that Nunes won four rounds, but it wasn’t easy, bruh. Shit, there were a few times where Nunes was in real danger, folks. From submission attempts to upkicks to well-placed right hands, de Randamie held her own against the champ. However, she couldn’t stop a takedown to save her life, people. Honestly, that’s the area where Nunes dominated.

Moving on, we got to see Max Holloway scrap with Alexander Volkanovski for the Featherweight strap. Keeping it a buck, I had no idea how this fight would go, son. Yes, Holloway has been a dominant champion, but Volkanovski is a motherfucker, man. With all of that being said, Volkanovski kept Holloway at bay with copious amounts of leg kicks. Real talk, Holloway couldn’t really put his offense together because his legs were getting brutalized, fam. To me, Holloway won Round 4 and maaaaybe Round 2. Other than that, Volkanovski did more than enough to dethrone the champ, bruh. From my vantage point, it was a brilliant strategy, folks.

Now, let’s get to the main event, son. *Wooooo* I’ve been waiting for this shit for a while, man. Truth be told, I didn’t have a clue on how Usman versus Covington would play out, fam. Like, they’re both dominating wrestlers with relentless pressure. Hell, I thought that the winner would be determined by who got tired first. In any case, I didn’t see this fight turning into a straight standup battle. For nearly five rounds, both men went back-and-forth with no wrestling, minimal kicks and a TON of punches to the face.

When it comes to their styles, it was basically power against volume. Usman had the power and Covington had the volume. When it was all said and done, the power won out, bruh. In Round 3, Usman broke Covington’s jaw. In Round 5, Usman knocked him down twice before finishing him. Despite a respectable effort, Covington couldn’t keep taking those hits to the face, son. Regardless, I was fucking happy to see Covington go down, man.

Look, before I continue, I want to address the MAGA crowd that loves Covington. Listen, I guess it’s only right that they subscribe to “fake news,” fam. Shit, on social media, I’m hearing cats cry about an “early stoppage” and that Covington would’ve won a decision. Now, factually speaking, going into Round 5, the three judges had it 3-1 Usman, 3-1 Covington and 2-2 even. On top of that, based on the two knockdowns alone, Usman was winning the fifth round. So, even without the knockout, Covington would’ve lost a split decision. Side bar, anybody who thought that Covington won three rounds is a fucking joke, bruh. That’s literally nonsense, son. Anyway, Usman saved everyone the trouble and put the clown on his ass.

In the end, I’m glad that I gave ESPN my $59.99. Ultimately, damn near all of the fights were entertaining as shit, man. By and by, we’ll probably get a Usman/Covington rematch down the line. For now, I’m just glad to see the dumbass squirm, fam. Viva la UFC! That is all. LC out.

P.S. There’s something truly disheartening to see Candace Owens, a whole Black woman, call Usman the “Nigerian cry baby” in Covington’s Instagram comments. *Sigh* I won’t even expound further, son. I’ll just leave that there. Good day.

P.P.S. I wonder if Donald Trump will return Covington’s calls now that he lost. Probably not, right? Ha!

Nas Album Done?!

Now, this is exactly what I’m talking about, son. Look, as soon as Kanye West gets me excited about something, he turns around and does some fuckity-fuck shit. I mean, that’s precisely what happened when he praised resident Fox News lackey, Candace Owens. However, per usual, I’m going to TRY and ignore the bullshit, man. Especially since he tweeted out some more big news, fam: he’s apparently producing on Nas‘ next album. All I know is, if he’s really telling the truth, then I have no idea how to contain my joy, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, Kanye is still on a roll when it comes to potential new releases. Now, last week, he promised fresh music from Pusha T, KiD Cudi, Teyana Taylor and himself. Keeping it a buck, that was MORE than enough to get me amped, son. However, Kanye had to one-up himself with the announcement of a new Nas album. Hell, I guess he’s trying to make good on his vow to Barack Obama to make beats for Nasir. In any case, I honestly pray that Ye is not fucking with us, man. Seriously, my heart doesn’t need these kind of palpitations, fam.

Moving on, Kanye also stated that he’s back to chopping samples and making tracks by hand. Side note, he also said he’s making beats in the “sunken place,” but there’s only so much fuckery I can address in one post, bruh. Anyway, I’m super intrigued to hear what “Chop Up The Soul” Kanye sounds like in 2018, son. On the real, I just hope he’s not rusty, man. All in all, I really believe that he was at his best when he was creating on the ASR-10 and MPC, fam. Look those drum machines up, people. Google is everybody’s friend.

In the end, today is a good day, bruh. Ultimately, the prospect of all of this new music is almost too much to handle, son. By and by, May and June can’t come soon enough, man. Viva la good music, pun intended! LC out.

P.S. I also got wind of Kyle Kuzma‘s challenge to Lonzo Ball, son. Apparently, he wants Zo to drop an album on the same day as Nas. *Sigh* This is all because of the stupid ass shit that Zo said about Nas about a year ago. Listen, all I can say is, I’m officially an old head now, man. I swear, I hate these young dudes with a passion, fam. That is all.