Jacquees Gotta Chill, Son

So, I won’t lie, man. Real talk, I was really trying to avoid this Jacquees shit, fam. I mean, no one in their right mind needs to debate if he’s the “King of R&B.” Shit, it’s a no for all of us, dawg. However, after I saw the nonsense he pulled with Keith Sweat, it’s about time that Jacquees got checked, bruh. All in all, confidence is one thing, son. On the flip side, hubris is the shit that got Conor McGregor choked out, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it (or have no idea who Jacquees is), this dude has been running around talking cash shit, son. Now, it all started when homie hopped on social media and declared himself “King of R&B” for this generation. Needless to say, the internet let him have it, man. Like, just a couple of months ago, he was getting clipped by DJ Mustard and Ella Mai for jacking that “Trip” song. Now he’s the King? Fam. Just… fam. Come on, bruh. In any case, his tomfoolery caused the internet to crown the real Kings and the consensus seemed to be R. Kelly, Usher and Chris Brown. Side note, we all know that R. Kelly is gross, people. But, his discography does speak for itself. It’s just a damn shame that it had to come from him, brethren.

With all of that being said, I was STILL gonna let Jacquees slide, son. That was until he decided to disrespect the Gawd, Keith Sweat. Now, after TMZ asked Sweat if he was the King, Jacquees jumped from the top turnbuckle and rudely interrupted him. From there, he stated that he’s got everyone from ages 16 to 25 on lock and that Sweat is basically the King of the old heads. All I know is, the Harlem dude in Sweat wanted to slap fire out of Jacquees, man. Shit, I would’ve encouraged the hell out of that, fam. On the real, Jacquees needs to chill the fuck out, bruh.

Listen, like I’ve said before, there’s nothing wrong with confidence. Keeping it a buck, all artists need it in order to face the public. But, there’s a thin line between confidence and arrogance, son. Face it, Jacquees has accomplished nothing yet. Now, that doesn’t mean he won’t ever make it big, man. However, he hasn’t popped off anywhere near the level of the artists he’s disrespecting. Hell, forget the legends, fam. He hasn’t even done it on the level of his peers, bruh. Seriously, I don’t know anyone who can name 3 Jacquees songs. Look, I know that may sound like a diss, but it’s not, folks. I’m just making a point that he has a lot more work to do, brethren. All I can say is, the shenanigans aren’t helping his case, people.

In the end, Jacquees needs to fall back and just make music, son. Ultimately, if the songs are dope enough, they’ll hit the people, man. By and by, we don’t need R&B singers to start trolling, fam. At the end of the day, that type of behavior is corny, bruh. Knock it off, Jacquees. That is all. LC out.

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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.