I Understand Gucci Mane

So, it actually happened, son. Somehow, Swizz Beatz and Timbaland convinced Jeezy and Gucci Mane to appear on Verzuz. Somehow, two (formerly?) mortal enemies occupied the same space for a “celebration of music.” All in all, I’m not really here to review the battle, son. To me, the winner is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, if someone values chart hits, then Jeezy was the winner. If someone values hood classics, then Gucci was the winner. In any case, I’m actually here to discuss the tension in the room. All I can say is, I understand Gucci Mane.

Ok, for those who missed it, the battle between Jeezy and Gucci set all kinds of Instagram records. From what I understand, this was far and away the most watched Live on the platform. Anyway, during the show, it was VERY clear that Gucci had a different type of energy than Jeezy. Shit, while Jeezy was being a reserved and dignified veteran, Gucci wanted ALL of the smoke, man. Because of this, social media was split over Gucci’s behavior. While half of the internet praised Jeezy and ridiculed Gucci for being “childish,” the other half understood where Gucci was coming from.

Real talk, I see both sides, fam. On one hand, I’m all for Black men in America promoting peace and ownership. The way I see it, these ideals are especially important in our current climate. With that being said, I’m not down for any violence amongst ourselves. Now, on the other hand, I definitely empathize with Gucci. Like, what would people do if they had to stand in a room with someone who potentially put their life in danger? Hell, people argue in comment sections all day but expect Gucci to act like Gandhi? Nah, bruh.

Now, for those who aren’t familiar with their history, let me explain. Basically, the beef between Jeezy and Gucci was VERY real in the mid-2000s. So, after squabbling over royalties from their song “Icy,” both artists took a lot of verbal shots at each other. This included Jeezy putting a $10,000 bounty on Gucci’s chain in his song “Stay Strapped.” From there, Pookie Loc, a homie of Jeezy, and three other men setup Gucci at a stripper’s house and tried to rob him. During the altercation, Gucci grabbed Pookie’s gun and killed him in self-defense. Moving on, to make a long story short, Gucci’s beef with Jeezy almost cost him his life.

With all of that being said, I absolutely understand why Gucci would still have hostility towards Jeezy. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure that I’d be level-headed enough to do the show. So, I honestly believe that Gucci deserves credit for even participating. On the real, if a dude was involved in a plot against me, then he can eat a couple of verbal insults.

In the end, I’m just glad that there was no violence. Like I said before, those type of shenanigans aren’t needed in this climate. Ultimately, outside of the tension, the show was a moment for Atlanta and a moment for Hip-Hop. By and by, I fucks with both of their discographies, bruh. At the end of the day, let’s applaud them while they’re here. Now, excuse me while I go play Jeezy’s “Do The Damn Thang.” That is all. LC out.

Jay-Z’s Verse On Meek Mill’s Album Is Incredible

On the real, I don’t know where to begin, son. I mean, today’s post could either be three sentences or three novels, man. Real talk, Jay-Z BLACKS OUT on Meek Mill‘s “What’s Free.” Like, Mill’s Championships album just came out today and I’ve already played this particular record like 11 times, fam. All in all, from the subject matter to the wordplay to the flow, Hov is reminding everybody why he’s a fucking legend (and the best rapper ever, in my opinion).

Now, keeping it a buck, I’m not sure I can fit all of my thoughts in one article, bruh. Shit, Hov has so many gems in this verse that I don’t know how to kick my analysis off, son. Like, we could talk about his indictment of anyone pitting him against Kanye West. We could talk about his continued championing of Black ownership. We could talk about his criticism of the music industry structure. Hell, we could talk about the metaphors and the flow. All in all, Jay checked all of the fucking boxes with this verse, man. But, don’t take my word for it, fam. Everyone can listen to the song below. At the end of the day, Mill put out a dope album AND let Jay go napalm on a record. Needless to say, I’m with all of it, bruh. That is all. LC out.

What The F*ck, Fabolous?!

Son, this entire situation looks TERRIBLE, man! Listen, I know that until Fabolous is convicted of a crime, everything is “allegedly.” However; if these stories are true, which they seem to be, Fab lost his cotdamn mind, fam! All in all, people can miss me with the “what did she do” and “we don’t know the whole story” talk. On the real, if Fab really abused Emily B., NONE of that shit matters, bruh!

Ok, for those who missed it, Fab was recently arrested for domestic violence. Now, Emily is claiming that Fab punched her in the mouth seven times, knocked out two of her teeth and threatened to shoot her father and brother. In addition, she’s stated that the altercation with her family occurred after she called them to remove Fab’s guns from their house. Apparently, she was afraid that Fab would use them against her.

Now, to make matters worse, TMZ found a video of the argument between Fab and Emily’s father. In the clip, Fab can be seen threatening to shoot Emily’s father while a child was crying in the background. Furthermore, Fab was holding some type of object, and every time he moved towards Emily, she jumped back in fear. All I know is, that video alone supports part of Emily’s story, son.

Moving on, the rumor is that Fab and Emily got into a fight over her social media. Apparently, thanks to Instagram, he found out that she was in Los Angeles instead of New York. Now, I’m not sure if he thought she was creeping or not, but that point is irrelevant, man. Look, let’s say, hypothetically, that Emily was cheating on Fab. Does that give him the right to physically assault her? Fuck no, fam! Real talk, he’s a grown ass man, bruh! This is not the way adults are supposed to handle domestic situations, folks. Either leave the relationship or work out the issues. Plain and simple.

In any case, I want to know how Fab is still alive, son. Shit, if any man, ANY MAN, did that shit to my daughter, he’s fucking DEAD, fam! Hell, what part of the game is knocking someone’s teeth out, bruh?! Keeping it a buck, it’s really disappointing to see so many people cop pleas for Fab. Look, when I read comments, I’m seeing things like “what did she do,” “maybe she was cheating” and “they were in HIS house.” Good fucking Lord, NONE OF THAT MATTERS! None of that is a valid reason for him to beat up the mother of his kids! My God, how can people be so dense about these situations? Listen, domestic violence is NEVER the answer, people! Never!

In the end, I don’t even know what else to say, son. Ultimately, this is an awful scenario all around, man. By and by, I’ll never understand why some people think violence against women is a good move. *Sigh* I’ve got nothing, fam. LC out.

Joe Budden Can Still Rap His A*s Off!

Ok, ok, ok, let’s get all of the common Joe Budden narratives out of the way, son. He’s irrelevant, he’s a one-hit wonder, he’s a crackhead and he’s a woman beater who only dates video models. Did I nail all of the social media digs against him? Ok, good. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I must say, I’ve always been a Joe Budden fan. I know, I know, people think I’m in the minority here. However; if folks would get past the words of Twitter and Instagram trolls, they’d realize something easily noticeable: that man can rap his ass off. With that being said, his new album, Rage & The Machine, is exactly what I wanted to hear from this dude.

Now, when I say I’ve always been a Joe Budden fan, I should probably provide some context. I started peeping his skill back when he used to rhyme with Fabolous and Paul Cain on DJ Clue mixtapes. As a matter of fact, it was this particular freestyle that made me a fan. When homie said “I get around, like to travel, like to move my pivot,” I was sold, son. I mean, I’m an East Coast dude, man. We’re all about the punchlines, something that’s painfully missing from Rap right now. In any case, after hearing all of the freestyles, hearing “Focus,” and ultimately, “Pump It Up,” I had to buy his debut album. That’s right, I purchased his debut album, son. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? Moving on, on that album, I used to rock out a lot to “Pusha Man” and wax poetically with my bro Fabian about the virtues of “10 Mins.

So, before I bore everyone out there about my unceasing fandom, it’s safe to say, I’ve been there for the entire ride. I’ve been there for his shelved second album, The Growth. I’ve been there for the Mood Muzik mixtape series. I’ve been there for the Slaughterhouse lyrical exercises. Simply put, I’ve been there, man. However; as much as I enjoy the “emo” records he’s known for these days, he seemed to forget about being the punchline juggernaut he came into the game as. With that being said, Rage & The Machine came along at the right time. With araabMUZIK cooking up nothing but heat on production, the original Joey is back. Needless to say, I’ve been running this album back a lot since it came out on Friday. As of right now, my favorite track on the album is “Idols.” I mean, they flipped a Tevin Campbell sample, son. Tevin Campbell, bro… Exactly.

All in all, people can say whatever they want to, man. I have no problems with giving an artist their just due. While I can’t forgive Joe for his fuckery on Love & Hip Hop and have a few questions about his checkered history with women, I’m still a fan of his lyrics. At least that part of him is infallible, son. Good day.

P.S. Drake took a shot at Kid Cudi while he’s in rehab, but ain’t want no static with Joe. Sucker shit, son. I’m out.